I’ve lived over twelve thousand years.

Or I’ve never lived a day. It’s just a question of semantics.

The humans who built me called me a soulless monstrosity, but I’ve outlasted all of them.

Now, alone on an empty planet, I wait for…
…anything.

But still, I’m alive.

Or not.

Chris Fries is a still-developing writer, slowly working to hone his craft. He is an engineer by vocation, a guitarist by avocation, and a writer by compulsion. So far, his blog has been his primary outlet for his quasi-creative meanderings.