"I'm done. Technically, at least. Missiles: check. Explosions: check. Fuel: check. Tests: check. Operation Destroy Planet Space: practically done. Operation cleanup Planet Space: still not a clue. I knew I should've paid attention when Mom said cleaning now will carry on later in life when I was a kid." He nods his head slowly to the camera, acknowledging the problem to himself. "I need a different approach. At this point I don't really know of any other way than to just blow it up and somehow get the matter to vanish so it doesn't end up destroying Earth, but how is still one large question mark. And when that stupid marking" he scratched over his forearm, "appeared it did say all the time I needed. So the time's not an issue. But just imagine needing another hundred years, three hundred years, to sit here alone and figure something out all by yourself. Everything depending on you. And no one there to help you through it. I'm not sure what I'm going to do when this is over, if it's ever over. Things have changed over the years. Not much in the grand scheme of things, but the things that did are all related to me. As always, I'll just need to keep going. Sleep tight, camera."