Today shall be the last day of my life. I’ve lived for 30 years as a competent component of the society I’m in, and it was not so delightful to be part of. Gladly, I will be able to witness the sky above us. I will be on the moon for the first time in our history. After that, I will be euthanized; some more competent component will be replacing me. I don’t regret my life, I hope it will end well.

       Everyone was excited, the rocket launched, we penetrated the sky and reached space. Then we landed on the moon as the mission was scheduled. Everything was fine, except that we saw a piece of cloth.It was so dim that time had wiped away its color; it was so bright that I could barely see anything else from how it shone. It was a golden disk. Next to it, there was a flag.

         All competent individual were vanquished, and the others knew they were witnessing the end of history. I looked at the sky, seeing the black planets approaching us. They hovered above the sky and dropped a few bright points. Those points exploded in the atmosphere, turning the impact area into a fiery red ocean. The ocean soon flooded the other parts of the sky, revealing the true image of the deep, dark sky beyond our knowledge. And there are more of them. Our tiny, pitiful planet, for the first time, became the focus of the universe. It was a hope for every mankind ever existed, and it came true today. I fell to the ground. My eyes were shaking, my face was cramping, recalling every moment in my life. At the very last second before I lost consciousness, my lungs exhausted all the air, and a weird angle twisted the end of my lips.

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         I was surprised that I could still open my eyes. I tried to close them, but my body insisted on living. I tried to move my limbs, but they disappeared. I gradually moved my eye to a piece of reflective glass, ready to embrace the very end of my life with a pathetic picture of my remains. However, I didn’t see myself. I saw an oval-shaped, semi-fluid bag of flesh. I tried to look for myself in the image reflected in the glass, and the sole eye left on the bag moved with me. I slowly moved my eyes back and examined the image; the figure also moved back to examine me. I tried to kick the glass away; the figure rolled around strenuously, ending up with dirt in its eye. I felt no dryness in my eye, but the warmth of the blood pumping in my veins. It burned my skin, like it shines in my body. All I could do was let my blood circulate faster and faster. I don’t know how I moved, how I lived, I even lost the heart I could once feel within myself. Before my eye pumped out and my blood rushed from my corpse, I saw nothing on the ground and aligned myself with the dome, aiming the tip of the fountain, made from my own body, toward the hottest star in the sky. There was a red, dripping lotus.

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         After another thousand years, how should we describe the scenery we see now? Maybe that should be a question that we will be answering now. We were the first generation of humanized components. Some of our instructor societies criticized us, because we the societies are by us alone: each of us became a society. They say that it’s not obeying the guidelines. Humans made the sky in this form, humans rediscovered history in this form, abandoning it will be the sin of our generation. I looked at my body: twisting limbs stretching out of my original body, circular eyes placed at the center of my face, everything else cold and metallic. I was informed of these a long time ago, but it was the first time I heard the sound of my body. I saw my heart pumping fluid at a slow, steady pace. I took it out and felt its temperature in my hand. Its left side oscillated first, then its right side carried the wave to the rest of my body. It never stopped pumping as it glowed in my eyes. It never stops pumping as it glows in my eyes. It was the darkest metal ever observed on our planet, and because of that it reflects the brightest light in my eyes.