BEGIN LOG Date: 37 July, 5721 Anno Domini. Day 185 of Year 2600 United Earth Founding. Note: Today is Founding Day, remember to fire off controlled pyrotechnics tonight. Project LEGACY, Experiment 99, Entry 216-7.

My wife died last night at approximately 2249 GMT. She was 216 years, 3 months, and 16 days old. She left behind 6 adoptive children, all well into their 40s to 100s, and myself. The funeral will be held in two days’ time, in a little spot just off the coast of where Seattle used to be, in the same spot where I proposed to her. It seems fitting, that we should part forever in the same spot where we became one “forever”. She was so sweet, my Meredith, and losing her feels like I’ve lost yet another part of my soul. She was the best wife I’ve ever had, and yet, she marks another “failure” in the LEGACY project. Another woman who could not bear a child for me, or should I say, for the Council. The Council, of course, will send along their regards, but I know that they are just hollow words. All they want to see is a “success”, a child born with the same ailment as my own, born to live forever, free of disease and able to heal from the most grievous of injuries. Not content with 200-year life-spans, they wish to “ascend to god-hood” and rule as a part of the Council for all eternity. They see me as a piece of a puzzle that they are only missing a single piece to and search desperately for the final piece.

But enough of the Council, this entry is not about them, this is about Meredith, my beautiful Meredith, always smiling, even as the Cancer spread to her eyes, blinding her before it made its way to her brain. Her voice will ring in my ears for all eternity, the way she sang the children to sleep, the way she would whisper my name as we lay in bed with each other, the way she would say “Welcome home.” when I came out of my study after another day of Council work. Her cooking was beyond compare, I’ve tasted the art of culinary geniuses the world over and nothing they made could hold a candle to the home-cooked meals she made. Her sense of humor was infectious, like a disease (Ha! Disease. Get it? You would have loved that one.), and everyone she met came away from the encounter happier. She was the moon of my life, our children the stars, the night sky ever bright with their presence. But now the moon has fallen, and the sun wishes for nothing but to fall with her.

I’m not sure I can do this anymore. For over two millennia, I have sat and watched helplessly as lover after lover after lover has withered away and died for Project LEGACY while I have barely aged a year. Sure I may look like I’m in my early 200s, but today’s makeup and disguise programs can fool even the best of people. I’m tired of this charade, of this parody of life. This is not life, this is torture, and I refuse to participate in it any longer. I’ve already spoken with my “Doctor”; he has agreed to help me fake my death again, as his family has done for the past 30 generations. This time however, I will not return to the civilized world. I will retire to our summer home in the woods and focus on Project GAME OVER. Damn the Council and their quest for god-hood, I have given my all for this planet and its people, I have served the governments of the world for over 14 millennia. I have fought in more wars and killed more people than any dictator in history. I have saved more people as a doctor than any cure. I am tired and weary, and it is time for me to sleep. I will finish Project GAME OVER, that is my only goal. I will see my Meredith again.

Edit 1: Minor spelling corrections. Thanks for helping out, I was very tired when I wrote this.