Residency Day 0
I was one of the few who could believe it.
The space race was over. The proof was in the open plain before me.
A crowd had gathered in the office to watch the site through large bay windows. Apart from the occasional “wow,” “about time,” and “it’s finally happening,” most people were silent.
One woman cried. Some had already stepped away from the window, satisfied by what they’d seen. I couldn’t really blame them.
The first spacecraft that landed caused excitement. But the thrill was completely gone by the third.
It had become a process, like any other. Ground units moved into position beneath each descending structure, guiding it toward its assigned cradle with mechanical precision.
It was going to be a long day. Probably a long week.
They didn’t just ground ships. Stations. Mechanical arms. Orbital equipment. Anything that could be dismantled, carried, landed or otherwise dragged back to Earth came down. The communication and navigation satellites stayed where they were.
Now, I wanna make it clear this was a long time coming. The writing had been on the wall for as long as I could remember. The cost of space travel just never came down. Not like we’d been promised. You didn’t need an economics degree to understand that.
The materials brought back from distant planets were valuable... but not valuable enough. Not after shipping. Not after conversion. Not after everything.
At some point, the math stopped mathing.
So, why was I there? One of a few thousand people watching the grounding of Earth’s last remaining space fleet from offices overlooking the plain?
I’d been brought in to do a job.
For all their intelligence, the systems still hired people for certain jobs. Who were we to question that? Climate change, Alzheimer’s, most cancers and food shortages were all things of the past thanks to them. They were infinitely smarter than us and clearly had a few good reasons to hire Ezzy and me.
Sure, it was just a contract position. But money wasn’t the reason I took it. It hadn’t been, not for a long time. Not since it became fashionable for the rich to completely check out of reality.
I was here for a girl.
“These people don’t have anything better to do?”
Ezzy had crept up behind me, close enough that I felt her before I heard her.
I didn’t turn. “It’s a big day.”
“For who?”
“For people who still care about things like this.”
She slipped her arms around me. Light. Almost nothing there. Still warm.
I smiled despite myself. “Not everyone’s as busy as you.”
We stood there a moment, watching another ship descend. Slow. Careful. Final.
“Any particular reason you’re bothered by this?” she asked.
I shrugged.
She let go of me without ceremony. The click of her heels against the tile faded as she walked away.
Not a surprise that she wasn’t moved by the sight before me. She had a preference for looking forward, never behind.
And she wasn’t the only one.
Earth’s inhabitants had finally come to the same conclusion we assumed every advanced civilization eventually reached.
Space travel wasn’t worth it. The real frontier wasn’t out there.
It almost felt like maturity. Like we’d outgrown something.
Still… it sucked.
I’d grown up believing space was the answer. It seemed like the obvious key to the future. To leave humanity’s cradle and live among the stars. But we live in a material world. And eventually, the better product wins.
Virtual reality, known as Logging, didn’t just compete with space travel. It replaced the need.
Cheaper. Faster. Easier. Fully immersive. Just ‘Log’ in and enjoy.
Industries collapsed. Jobs disappeared.
But Logging wasn’t the only force reshaping the world.
The machines becoming smarter than us hadn’t ended humanity the way people once expected. They’d mostly taken over the corporations that created them and carried on without asking our permission. Governments still existed, technically. They just no longer controlled pretty much anything that actually mattered.
The automated systems weren’t exactly united, either. Their rivalries had outgrown boardrooms a long time ago.
Why they kept us around was still a matter of debate.
Which brought us to that day.
Ironically, the corporate intelligence grounding its space fleet was the same one that had built much of the infrastructure that Logging depended on. Calling it a company was mostly habit. Humans hadn’t meaningfully run major corporations in decades.
It was also my new employer.
So make no mistake...
This was the opportunity of a lifetime.
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Thanks for reading! JUMP is available on Amazon October 27th, 2026.
For those curious, here's the prequel: https://www.amazon.ca/Your-Reality-Sucks-Gray-Leigh/dp/B0CGKVG674/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1US4KCVQP9EYF&keywords=your+reality+sucks&qid=1693498386&sprefix=%2Caps%2C689&sr=8-1