The fleet of ships that now held what remained of humanity inside their titanium hulls hovered at the edge of space. The mood was somber as everyone waited in a quiet tension pendulating between despair and mind-shattering terror. The powering up of the colossal nuclear engines sent gale force winds ripping across the planet. This was the beginning of their latest exodus, just another jump on their way to the last.
The people born in the confines of the Leviathan vessels spent much of their lives in their synthetic habitats, never knowing the touch of the ground or the rays of a sun. Just as they trusted their decimated celestial home to provide for them, to cultivate its own terminal sickness, they were now dependent on an artificial system that existed in a world of algorithms and binary code.