Earth's Destruction: The Angels' Immortality Scam and Cultivating a Lonely New Home

I had a dream last night that the Earth was about to be destroyed. A group of angels disguised as humans chose me and sent me to an alien planet, which was the new home they had selected for humanity. The angels had already replicated some buildings on the planet, but they lacked someone to reclaim and cultivate the land, so they chose me. I was to cultivate the planet all alone for 144 years, until the Earth was destroyed 144 years later and all of humanity migrated over. To make me willing to come to this alien planet and cultivate it, the angels secretly orchestrated a series of events that caused conflicts and friction between me and the people around me, severing my emotional ties with others on Earth so that I would have no attachments left and could go to the alien planet without looking back. But how could an ordinary human live for 144 years? So the angels told me that although I had to farm in solitude for 144 years, they were also giving me a gift: immortality. At first, I was quite happy to hear this news; immortality was something I had always desired, and trading 144 years for infinite life seemed like a pretty good deal. But then it suddenly occurred to me: if the angels could manipulate me and sever my feelings for Earth, then my desire for immortality might also have been implanted by them. The angels seemed to wear a somewhat sly smile, silently acknowledging this. These angels were very interesting; they didn't have the wings and halos of traditional angelic imagery, nor did they have divine faces. In appearance, they were completely ordinary people wearing ordinary clothes. Not only did they look like humans, but they also behaved like human corporate drones. My first day on the alien planet was quite lively; the angels had set up some Earth-like buildings, including a fast-food restaurant, where they ate and chatted. By the second day, the angels were gone, leaving only one manager who was packing up and getting ready to leave, telling me that dropping me off meant their task was complete and they were clocking out from work. See you in 144 years.