We call this co-existing community a community of destiny.
Finally, we have completed creation.
Thirty-nine thousand and one constant days, and she did not return.
The chip at the base of my brain reminds me to stay awake and rational, but I know what I am doing better than anyone else.
I'm going crazy, thinking about her so much.
But I don't want to admit that I will never see her again.
It's only now that I understand that these thoughts are as terrifying as parasites, because I can't forget every moment I spent with her.
Purpose: I like science fiction
