From a Wage Slave to a World Shaker

A third life. If I risk it all. The greatest arcanecraft of magic and myself... The year is 2048. Astronauts and a solitary engine operator are living together on Mercury in seemingly perfect harmony. Until one day the 'celestial jump' he launches takes them all. This is the age of the 'Solar Heat Death'. People are now looking up at the white aurora and watching the solar flares. But he sees what's really behind the solar flares from Mercury. The military is lying about the supernova to cover the nukes detonating on Earth. And this is the last time Ayre, the same base operator, sends the other astronauts up out into space to save them all. He then walks back alone into the module and puts on his VR headset. Loads the first MMO he ever played. Because new nuclear warheads are now closing on Mercury as well. Near death experiences are the closest thing to a glimpse of the afterlife. And so he lowers that VR headset over his eyes. Breathe quick, visor locks; Sink slow, memories choke; Click fingers, currents evade; Surf a dragon, scales stripped; Whip a blade, eclipse awakes... ''What do we say to the titans that grant us grievous wounds and cast us down—Sic itur ad astra!'' Does a spacewalker sealed numb in a suffocating suit ever dream of a lost medieval fantasy of candlelit faiths and singing sorceries？