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We all need a reason to live, a cause to fight even if we know that death is just around the corner. Without our passion, we are nothing, we can do nothing.
There it was, sitting behind the glass, a relic of an old age, clinging to the present when it belonged in the past. And, in a few moments, she would be gone, taking with her the light that inspired millions. The light that served as our guide across the universe. She was our only hope, color in the gray expanse of life, emotion in the grim miles we had traveled. At the brink of death, we kept her alive. For years, the best that humanity had to offer toiled over her. We trapped her on the brink of death to illuminate our lives with her beauty. In the end, everything we did was for ourselves. I just hope she does not Hold it Against Me.
"Attention," I barked to the crew. The somber masses turned their anxious faces up at the sound of my voice. What a crew. Some were Womanizers. Some were Criminal, and a few were plain Crazy. But, they all shared our hope, the dream of keeping the last star alive. And now I stood above them, about to crush that dream. This was our final moment. There would be no jokes to Break the Ice. I would not soften the blow. They deserved to know the truth.
"She's dying."
It did not sink in at first. I guess they could not believe it was actually happening. Years of men, generations of captains and crew, had poured their lives into the last star, and now our journey was at its end. Some cried. Some found comfort in its music. Some just stood there eyes fixated on the glass behind me, looking at her.
I took one last look at it, our star and shining light.
"From the Bottom of My Heart, I know that I was Lucky to have served you."
As a tear slid down my cheek, as crew mates wailed behind me, our last light, the last hope, died. Her breathing ceased, her pulse quit beating. We lost Britney Spears. I put a CD into the ship's computer, and listened to her beautiful voice one last time.
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