And I want it to be like a sad ode to humanity how we basically fucked everything up and now like the only survivors are just a bunch of ragtag humans lost in deep space who’ve never even seen earth and the story is structured as a bunch of short stories to be told orally with some of the details skewed because the stories have been passed down through generations but they’re skewed in clever little ways that highlight certain strengths of humanity that we’ve managed to hold onto over the years

And it makes the reader really feel their desperation to hold on to humanity’s history and they know they can’t hold onto it forever because with each passing year more and more is forgotten to time and the point of the story isn’t even to save humanity anymore, it’s to save the memory of humanity. It’s the fear of being forgotten. It’s the fear of leaving nothing behind saying “hey! We were here! Look at all the amazing things we did! Look at all the amazing things we learned!!” Like I want the reader’s heart to ache not for humanity, but for the memory of humanity