Log 4802 

'  Log 4802.. year 3621 ..This is it.. we did it.. its over.. we.. as a species have bought a one way ticket to our own destruction..'

As the voice paused, the sound of numerous footsteps hastily walking past could be heard more clearly

' They wouldnt listen..  those wrinkly old bastards in their ivory towers wouldnt listen to our warning.. years of reasearch from thousands of different scientists all led to the same conclusion.. the end... No.. I suppose its better to call it a reset, mother nature is taking back whats hers..'

Taking another small pause, a different female voice could be heard from the recording

'professor, its time to go'

'Alright.. just give me a moment'

Along with the sound of papers being shuffled , it would seem that the recorder was moved, the light sound of the 'professors' footsteps could be heard soon after

'This recording as well as several other important information will be copied and stored within bunkers deep underground.. well i suppose its better to call them something like time capsules now huh..'

Letting out a deep sigh the man would continue

'Space travel.. I never wanted my first experience in space to be under such circumstances but theres no helping it... Theyre taking as many scientists along with them in hopes to some day return to this doomed planet and rebuild'

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After letting out another deep sigh a slight pause would occur before the man would suddenly start laughing

'It's funny really.. the ones who're making it out alive on their giant space ships arent politicians like the president.. no ofcourse not.. they didnt believe us when we told them the end was coming afterall.. Its the paranoid billionaires who somehow caught wind of our secret research that the government covered up and labeled as fake news.. with all of them pooling their billions together they managed to fund the construction of giant spaceships which were abe to hold thousands of people.. the media laughed at them saying theyre just wasting money.. hah.. whos laughing now..'

The low humming of an elevator could be heard from the recording , seemingly going up for a good amount of time

'Well.. heres my stop.. I have to hand over this recording along with my research so that they could copy it and send it to the 'time capsules' .. honestly.. i lost all hope when we realized the end was coming ..but with this .. maybe we can still do it..  Maybe we can still save our planet.. To whoevers hearing this.. I promise that we'll be back.. so please survive until we do..... this is Allen D. Niles signing off.'

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"3621 huh.. roughly 'round 600 hundred years ago.."

Deep underground a boy sat within a dusty room with concrete walls and several large computer screens which have long stopped operating, 

From outside of the room a voice could be heard shouting

"Ei did ya find anythin' inside?"

"Nah! Just more useless junk!"

Without hesitation the boy would simply throw the recorder behind him before shrugging his shoulders as he walked towards the exit.. afterall this is just one of the many raided bunkers littering the wasteland, if there was anything of importance it would be long gone.