This is Randor; standard date March sixth 2304.

It all started when I found Beldon on the floor—
No, I suppose it started earlier than that. It started the way most days do, with breakfast.

Randor is a mediocre scientist struggling to stand out on a planet where everyone is exceptional. But when a mystery illness sweeps through the Mars Colony, he's finally special; he's the last Martian.

He battles loneliness and despair for almost a decade, until he receives a signal from Proxima Centauri. With nothing but a hand-made ship, a dog, and seven rats, he chooses to travel alone across the vast emptiness of space, in the hopes of finding someone, anyone.

But space is deadly, and time is running out.