This was it, my last recording ever, I was going to make it, put it in a bottle and shoot it into space. I started... "Mark P. Whitaker is my name, and this is my story. It is the year 2150 and I'm aboard the S.S. Dreamscape, this is probably my last recording as I'm on a disabled ship with no power, slowly drifting into a star that will surely take our lives. If anyone finds this, in the bottle will be other chips containing life recordings, please keep my name alive" I finished the recording and shot the bottle using a air cannon out the back of the ship. "warning 20 minutes to impact" The ship's AI warned over the intercom. Me and 5 people sat down and started to talk about our lives and stuff slowly taking a mixture of pills and alcohol hoping to die a peaceful painless death.