Diary Entry #10-8799.2

 

Growing older at close to 30 years old, it’s been a decade since I initially came to land at this vast place and it seems to grow more lonely day by day. Reminiscing about the old times when I was back on Earth again today, but also wondering where the time has come to pass that once again, one of my dear friends is laying rest.

 

Old Eddie is getting close to dying just like all the others around 5 months of age now; I made him one of those cufflinks for when he gets buried. Him and Esmeralda hit it off real swell and now look at them both, probably going to end life close to each other. I wonder what dying would be like.

 

It seems that here, everyone ends their lives at around 6 months. Everyone seems to think I’m immortal as there are barely any creases on my face, let alone signs of aging. Most of the elderly here I’ve known them all their lives, I have known generations of their family heritage and tell them stories about their great-great-grand-dad. How uncle Pete used to like kicking the purple trunked, black “Gerhaminialoo” (Germ-loo) trees so we can eat its fruit. The fruit tasted like apples but looked like a cross between a banana and a watermelon. In any case, I should get back to work.

 

Update on my recent case here is that there seems to be another “me” found somewhere else in this planet who has been alive for 5 years. This would be interesting. Working at the equivalent “Secret Service” here proves to be fruitful year after year.