"It's been three hundred and twenty six days since the hyper-sleep units went down",
"My food is dwindling away but that's not going to be a problem, as the oxygen will run out in seventy three days".
"So, as I see it, I'm fucked".
"I wish I could feel the sun on my skin, any sun would do"
As John peers into the black abyss of the stars, the space station cold from preserving resources. he wonders if his mission was in vain. He has been at this for months, trying to find a planet, any planet .
"There we have it, over and out" says John as he shuts off the data-corder to preserve what history humanity had.
He will never leave another note, " What's the point?", "No one will ever hear it". He looks at his sisters picture, weathered with age. "Can't believe it's been sixty years" He says to himself. he had been frozen and left in a cryo facility , by a world that had died. When he had woken he had realized that only him, with a set of two hundred cloned embryos, where the last of a species.