Thought: Please die

Once upon a time, there was a man who would not die forever.

Everyone called him an "alien"

And here's his story, and how they killed him.


I'm now 154 years old, but I am not dying, why?

That evening, a group of scientists came and took my hands and legs in a lock. 

I asked why? 

They told me that "you know that you are an alien. We are going to put you in observation for research!"

Years passed…

They started making killing objects, to let me die.

They tried killing me a thousand times. But they can't.

I think I'm now 237 years old. They're not going to stop the research, I think.

But I'm asking myself why am I not dying?

Centuries passed...


57533, is this my age? Why?

Many generations of people who are trying to kill me; for what?


But this day was special - not a tiring one for the machines.

I'm seeing a man. Walking to me, he came near and asked with his disappointed face,

"Why can't you die?"


I froze when I heard it.

That was the moment I died.

- end