We built the ark as the globe warmed and the skies choked with smog.
And, with the last of our resources, it departed, carrying the hopes of humanity into space, leaving a burned-out husk behind.
We didn’t know for whence they flew, nor if they’d find a suitable world to colonize. But if they did, with their supplies and recorded library, they’d have the tools needed to reignite the fires of civilization.
Mad hope? Perhaps, but hope befitting our stature as the alpha and omega of this earth.
And a much more awesome solution than conservation could ever have been…