Immortal Code

I have lived for 2173 years, but I don't know why I will not die. The triple helix scar on the back of my left hand drags me into another era with each attack. In the ashes of Pompeii, she was a Roman priest who drew the triple helix symbol before her death. On Aztec altars, she was the girl priest who painted the ∞ symbol on the stake. Each time, she would die in my arms. Every time, she would say the same thing: "Don't fail this time." Until I discovered that my immortality does not come from the past, but from the future. It is myself who creates my past self in the future. The Keepers of Time gave me two choices: end eternal life, or become an eternal prisoner. I chose the third one. The price is: she will forget me. Two thousand years of pursuit, in exchange for an autumn afternoon. She stood outside my window, looking into my eyes. She smiled and left. I didn't chase. To live toward death is my destiny.