Looking out the window, Michael stared down at Earth. He revelled in the weightless sensation, but it paled in comparison to being alone. It was the first time in his life, and it was glorious. He let out a loud cheer and stretching out his arms filling up the space around him. He was on his final rotation as they call it back home. To help keep the population in check, when someone gets to 60 years old, they jettison you into space, one final adventure before you drift towards the sun.

As the climate changed and temperatures around the equator began to soar people migrated to the poles to avoid the sweltering desert. The world changed almost overnight, everyone crammed into what remained of the livable space. From space looking down at the Earth, he could see the drastic the changes to once blue marble. The scar of desert banded around the Earth squeezing the life out of it. The land changed completely by the rising seas. It was unrecognizable from the world that it once was.

Six billion people survived the first wave, five billion the second. Crime and illness from living packed together reduced the global population to 4 billion. People learned to be comfortable enough, but you were never alone. Michael grew up in a cramped studio, with his parents, and his grandparent, before they took their rotations, and after that his wife and his kid, as well as his best friend Andrew and his family.

A tear ran down Michaels cheek, he brushed it away and it floated. He watched it drift around the capsule, before he noticed the flashing red light refracting throw the water. He knew this was his time was coming to an end. He took one final look at his home of the last 60 years. He thought back to his friends and family, he was the first to go. It was never easy but they always found time to enjoy being around each other. He smiled down to his family, hoping they were smiling back up at him. The world wasn't pretty anymore, but it was home.

Michael let out a cheer, closed his eyes, and breathed a sigh goodbye before laying back, floating. The sound of gas venting into the capsule began, it smelled sweet almost of cotton candy. He relaxed into the lull of space. His body became heavy in its weightlessness, he knew he didn't have much longer, a smile crossed his face, he took a big breath in, and let out his final whisper goodbye. His hands clutched a photo of his family, and he faded off, full of love.