The world ended.

This time it should not have been bound to do so.
Our world ended, would be a more appropriate way of putting it.  I do not mean world as in planet, I mean it as a word to describe the bubble that surrounds the existence of each individual being.
Humanity’s bubble had, once again, burst.
I was not going to continue keeping a log of my life post-Earth, it felt like a pointless, redundant waste of time.  However, due to lack of sleep and the inability to process all that is continuously happening, I have decided to perceiver.  With any amount of luck, it will help me to maintain what sanity I have left.
I shall state the facts as simply as I can, I do not have it in me to do it in any other way, lest I loose control of myself again.

On the two-hundredth and thirty-nine unit of this cycle, the Earth was destroyed.
Nine galactic units later, on the two-hundred and forty-eighth unit of this cycle, the convoy of ships, transporting the human colonists to their new home, met with catastrophe.
Of the nine ships that were headed to Virrion, only one arrived.
Screnac.3 was destroyed by an explosion when its core became unstable.  The combustion tore through the ship in a matter of moments.  There were no survivors.  Fifty humans and three tharat; deceased.
Seven ships went unaccounted for, for six units until they were returned, empty and without power, to the Screnac by a Community authorized ship that had found them half a light-year where they had drifted to from the site of Screnac.3.
Over the following few units, the missing humans began to emerge across the galaxy.  Each with an impenetrable fifty unit contract and a taucil around their ankle.  A taucil is a device which contains sedative and a pulse that, when activated, not only stops the heart, but petrifies it so that it cannot be resuscitated.
I can say without a shadow of a doubt that these devices are what killed the latter six lives that I felt whilst trapped on Kenglowe.
According to the Community’s reports, the contracts were signed as a thanks to the ship that picked them up.  The details of what their report established are as follows;
At 14:039 on the 248th unit of this cycle, Screnac.1 through Screnac.5 and Screnac.7 through Screnac.9 simultaneously experienced multiple engine failure.  Screnac.3’s energy core combusted instantly and was obliterated before any attempt at escape or communicating a distress signal could be made.  The remaining ships broadcast signals alerted a prisoner transport ship, the Venanth Nepha, which arrived and was able to emit a focused e.m.p. (electro-magnetic pulse) which took the engines offline.  Enough oxygen remained that there was time to get everyone to the safety before it ran out.  Once on board, every single one of them, including the children, singed a contract in return for the crew saving their lives.  It is likely that they were, to a point, coerced into committing the next fifty cycles of their existence to their rescuers, however, without proof or complaint from the bound (a term for the signatory), there are no grounds for the Community to intervene.
It goes entirely without saying that it was sabotage, likely set up by the crew of the Venanth Nepha in order to gain an endangered species to sell to the highest bidder. 
Yet without proof…

Fifty humans died on the Screnac.3, three died in some way that is completely unknown, six tried to break their contracts, fifty are currently on Virrion, forty-two are on Rapture and three-hundred and thirty-eight have been abducted and sold into slavery.  There are twenty-seven, including myself who were on Kenglowe.
These numbers do not add up.
There is yet one person missing.
Someone has disappeared from Rapture.
Phillip Thomas.

I had many messages in my inbox from so many people, although not as many as I had been expecting.
Phillip messaged me at least twice per unit up until thirteen units ago.
Since that time, there were a few massages from a few people on Rapture, either telling me that he was gone or asking if I knew where he was.
I want to say that my heart dipped, however, by the time I got to those messages, it had pretty much stopped beating altogether.  I felt numb, only just able to absorb the facts as thick and fast as they came.
In one message from my dad however, I have begun to piece together the pieces of that puzzle.
A diplomatic pink arrived at Rapture with his family in tow.  His youngest daughter had recently come into possession of a new pet; an eight year old human girl by the name of Lyras.  That little girl had another name; Kata Kalocsai, the daughter of a woman who had gone to the UK in her teens as an exchange with my mum’s neighbour, They had become friends then and, when she moved into the country with her daughters, they became firm friends of the family.
The outrage displayed by the humans of Rapture was colossal.  Every effort was exerted to reclaim Kata, however, with the law on the side of the contract holders, there was nothing to be done.  It sounded as though the diplomat’s family were caring for her very well, keeping her nutritiously fed and comfortable.  Had she been in any actual danger, I chose to believe that there is no law that the humans of Rapture would not have broken to get her back.
It was after the diplomat’s departure that people began to notice that Phillip was missing.
I have to admit that I never imagined him to be the reckless heroic type.
He knows how much Kata and her family mean to me, having seen us together on the Screnac.
My only coherent thought is that he has taken it upon himself to try and find someway of getting the taucil off of her or track down others in the same position.
Yet I can only speculate.
And hope.
Hope that, unlike everyone else, he has not decided that any distance away from me is better than no distance.
That he did not pick up and leave because he could not bear to see me.
That I do not even deserve to have even one port in this storm.
Yet he is still there, in my vision, in the future when I die.
Nothing noticeable has changed.
Thanks to my optical apparatus, I do not need to even consider any kind of lens to see what Desmosa has been showing me.  I simply need to shut my lids and I can see it at will.
Having said that, what I am about to write, I am still trying to wrap my head around.
When I sleep, I dream normally until I am just about to wake, then I see the future.  The moment that I die, I wake up.  Every time without fail.
The unbelievable part comes from the fact that I am not the only human that sees it.
It took a little while to piece this information together.  I was notified first by an email from Sylvia.  She, along with her son Elia, her ex-step-daughter Eloisa and her mum Masik Diya, were amongst the fifty that arrived on Virrion.  The email was from Eloisa on behalf of Sylvia and informed me about what was happening with the occupants of Dawn.  Occasionally my vision would be in their dreams.  At the moment that I wake, they sink back into their own dreams.
The same story came from Rapture and one by one, the students of Kenglowe (as our group is apparently referred to as) have admitted the same to me.
As I woke earlier this unit, I also woke Jennifer as quickly as I could.  She confirmed that the most recent thing that she saw was my vision.
We have all but confirmed that I am somehow transmitting the vision to every other unconscious mind that I am linked to as I see it myself.
No one can explain it.
Not Deia or Orthus, not Desmosa, not any of the other beings on this ship; human or otherwise.
Unnerving.  Although this word is insufficient to describe the idea.
It has been freaking out a large variety of people, yet with no idea of how it happening, let alone how to stop it, there is nothing that can be done.

We were locked down at the Veroten for a lot less time than anyone expected.
Orthus and Deia returned to the Piti within the auxe, without myself having been called at all.
The specific details have not been shared with any of the rest of us, however it seems as though the whole issue has been rather unexpectedly resolved.
All that I can tell is that Orthus has been relieved of his command.  He has been given the equivalent of a dishonorable discharge from any and all official positions that he held in the tharat’s government.  He now has no status or authority.
He stepped back onto the Piti with the air of someone who had just gotten back from dropping their stereotypical mother-in-law off at home, or in a ditch.
The lockdown was lifted and we were permitted to leave the confines of the ship.
No one was in any hurry to leave the familiar womb of Orthus’s ship and be forced to get to grips with another new place that was not home, yet we all somehow made the effort.
None of the other beings left our side.
Ishni, Desmosa, Gheetoh, Deia and Orthus suddenly became intensely protective of the shells housing our drowned spirits.
Culpin has been assigned to me.  With my unprecedented abilities a complete unknown to the Community, they needed someone to monitor my activities and report anything that might be important.  Culpin volunteered, it felt it important that I was at least given a familiar face.
It lead us to the human embassy.
I say that, however it is actually the embassy of a race that went extinct a few thousand years ago.
The gorgons shared a home world with the tharat and were only a few hundred years behind on the evolutionary chain.  As the tharat became fully sentient, so the gorgons were also pulled into the galaxy.  It is generally acknowledged that it was too soon for them.  They were a vicious race who lived for their base instinct.  They rebelled against the idea that they would have to cast away their animalistic ways to be recognized once the Community formed.
As time drew forward, they became less and less fertile, their numbers waned and they began experimenting with other pre-sentient races, to find one that they could cross-bread with, shunning the aid offered by the Community and other thulai races.  They were too stubborn and proud to accept their help.  Their experiments with humanity failed when they successfully birthed hybrid offspring.  The infants were sickly and those that survived to adulthood developed psychotic tendencies.  The gorgons tried everything to create a viable offspring, however the only healthy generation emitted a poisonous cloud which petrified any living creature that got close to them.  Despite having no brain defects, they were either hunted by the humans or driven to solitude which forced them to become as psychotic as the previous generations.
As the last of their parents died, the gorgon’s children were becoming a genuine threat to the infant-like humans who believed them to be disfigured children born of the shameful acts of their gods.  The pink also had a presence on Earth at that time and they whispered of the threat into the human’s ears so that they could defend themselves.  The humans took the threat to heart and unwittingly committed a final genocide of the gorgons.
I am still not sure whether it is a right or a mockery that we are now taking their place on the Veroten.
All that remains are empty rooms.  There is not a scrap of evidence that they even were even here.  There is no reason there should be, yet it seems sad to me.
Vernon, Erin, Isaac Kirk (we were in the same class in primary school) and Phoebe have remained there, to establish a foothold within the most central point of the Community.  They have decided to have one room that celebrates the history of our predecessors.
Most of the students of Kenglowe are dispersing to either Virrion or Rapture.  There is nothing else for them to do.
I refuse to do nothing.  I was not moulded into what I now am to simply let this go.  I do not know how I will accomplish anything, yet I do know where to start.
Culpin agreed to tell me where the wreckage of the Screnac.3 is.
Orthus is taking me there.
I have to see it for myself, I have to know that there is nothing that was missed, that there is nothing that can found.
What happens then is beyond me, however I can state with determination and absolute credulity that I will not stop trying to find them and get them back.
Even if I am not the one to finish the task, I will do everything within my ability and more to ensure that all of my friends, my family, my classmates, my teachers, my colleagues, random acquaintances and the people I passed on the street make it home, wherever that may be.
I pledge my the remainder of my existence to the finding and freeing the passengers and crew members of the Screnac’s passenger vessels.  Three-hundred and thirty-eight humans and twenty-one tharat.
They are out there, they can be found and they will be freed.

Joining me on this journey to the site of the Screnac.3 are Orthus, Deia, Desmosa, Ishni, Culpin, Gheetoh, who I have asked to help us with the search and collection of technical evidence and data, and Bernard, who refuses to go home until his partner and child are with him.  The eight of us make a motley crew, yet we all get on well with each other. 
Ishni has continued with our training which is substantially different in zero gravity, whilst Desmosa continues to update my visions.
The Piti does not have any kind of artificial gravity.  To be fair, very few passenger ships do, the engines have to be a certain size and functionality.  The correlating engines are typically only found on carriers and stations.
The hull has integrated solar paneling which powers the functional aspects of the ship; air recycling, lighting, control systems, food processing, water purifying, waste control.  The ship is fully stocked with almost a cycle’s worth of provisions, however, if these are somehow depleted, all waste can be processed to a point that it can become consumable.  It is not a pleasant thought, however it does ease my anxiety which raises the scenario; if we became stranded somewhere with no engine power, we would have no worry of surviving indefinitely.
The engine, from what I could just about figure out from Gheetoh’s explanation, is powered by dark energy.  Dark energy was barely even theoretical on earth; in the eyes of our scientists, it existed yet there was no way of registering, measuring or even proving its existence.  Phoebe once described it to me as gravity’s evil twin sister, before going on to explain that it is what is causing the universe to continue to expand.
Out in the galaxy, it has been harnessed as a method of propulsion.  Quite how it was harnessed or what produces it or what measurements elude to how much, or quite literally any technical or scientific information, I have not the faintest clue.
The only thing I have been told about dark energy is that it has been weaponized in the past, however such devices are strictly prohibited by the Community, not only the creation, but the research and development as well.
The history of humanity would indicate that the ban would never actually stop or hinder the production, simply force it to happen in secret.
Culpin insists that all Community and thulai races are above such things and I can only hope like hell that it is not simply avoiding the truth.