I travel forward in little jumps, to see how the Earth finally ends.
The dark, cold and stillness are terrifying. The stars don't twinkle now: the air must be extremely thin. Luckily the time machine maintains the air and pressure from previous stops, or I would be dead. But it slowly adjusts, so I can't stay long. I cannot conceive how anything can live in this dead world. And yet there is still faint slime on the rocks. And something, slow and indescribably, is in the blood red water. It seems to be changing direction and coming toward me. I can feel the air around the machine growing colder and thinner. I need to leave, now!