Five Years on the Abyss update (Writing update)

Five years is my obituary for what I dreamed the future might be.  It was an (incomplete) story I wrote about a year and a half ago.  Space Travel, grand adventures, a hope that mankind could move out to the stars by growing beyond the concerns that have very nearly destroyed us.  It was a story without a real ending, but rereading last night I found myself needing to revamp and finish this story.  I need to finish my Buck Rogers dreams because the stark reality of today puts even the moon beyond our humble grasp.