The old lady sits and thinks. People come to her. Life on Earth is over. (Unbeknown to her, Earth cleanup has been going on for 100 years.) She has signed up for a new beginning on Mars. She talks to herself and her nurse about the life she is leaving. Wild imaginings. She knows she will be useful. She wants to be useful. Not hateful. Not mean.
Our Mars facilitator spills his guts. The project is complete. He is given permission to admit to the sham the Mars project has become. Bring in the candidates. Plug them. Clean them up in every way. Earth goes through spotty but effective cleanup. New and improved Earthlings are returned to do it all again.
