I was there that night as 20 million people were condemned to their deaths. I can remember the flashes like drops of rain in to a puddle spread upon the darkside of the earth. We watched and no-one spoke. It was not a feeling of sadness with which we left but relief. We were it; the last to leave, the last to see what horror the earth - our mother - had become. Through the window shone the vast beauty of the cosmos, amazing, radiant and hostile; but the flashes is what I remember. I was transfixed with the flashes and in my mind I could hear the screams; see the evil fortress of fire ripping and tearing at the cities and people that lie deserted on their revolving graveyard below. This would not be the end for us or those that were left below, but we had the moon to look forward to, they had a place far less hospitable. As the night with a snails pace wore on; so a soft murmer began to circulate on the ship, 1000 people had been saved. People began to forget. They wanted to forget what had happened - but i watched - it hadn't happened to me, it was still happening. The flashes had not stopped but most peoples tolerance for it had.