Outer Sky

The human race is dwindling. Its grandeur all but forgotten. A majority of the great strides made in philosophy, art, technology, and science lay buried in the rubble of the past. Forgotten.

Still some cruel spark of humanity remained, undaunted, determined to survive. For the first time in generations, and in secret men and women will be hurled to the stars. To where, and what does it mean to be human?

Author's note: Hey all, Just wanted you, the reader, to know that this story has been revised as 04/15/13. This has been done to correct mistakes which were missed in earlier "printings."
Thank you, and I hope you enjoy.