The year is 2783.
Humanity is doing great.
People live longer now.
Like way longer.
Average lifespan is over 150, and people still stay strong for most of it.
We expanded into space too.
Well… kind of.
Everyone talks big about conquering stars and becoming some galactic empire.
But reality is different.
Space is brutal.
Even though we have outposts far away, most humans still live close to the solar system.
Safe zones. Controlled zones. Same old life, just with better tech.
I was born on Titan.
Not rich. Not poor.
Just normal.
Dad worked hard.
Mum stayed home.
My older brother was perfect.
And me?
I hated work.
I liked lying in bed, reading webnovels, watching anime, and pretending I had a main character life.
My brother got into the Space Core early.
Fast-track path.
Future starship commander.
Family pride.
I was 16 and had nothing.
On the night before my birthday, Dad snapped.
He stood in my doorway, furious.
"Look at you. Useless. Your brother and I work every day for this family and all you do is rot in here reading those stupid f*cking novels."
I didn't answer.
He got louder.
"I wish you would just disappear."
I could see his face shaking.
I could hear pain under the anger.
But I was tired too.
Tired of being compared.
Tired of always being second.
So I muttered:
"Yeah? Then make me disappear."