Journal Entry 21,000
Everything has a story, right?
Well I have my own.
If I’ve been writing in this journal for twenty-one thousand days I’d be at least 57, right? Wrong. I’m technically five hundred years old. I live on this planet everyone calls Earth, though they still treat it like a trash bin. They still haven’t figured out the technique used many years ago by there great ancestors. Actually if I’m correct even those ancestors would have to look back quite a few years before.
It’s the year 3501 and I can’t believe this place is still going. Guess there god has a greater purpose for this planet and these people. Me, you ask? I live forever. Sadly I do. I never chose to be of my species and now I live in a cage, locked up and probed every hour on the hour to see if any of my life has changed. You may think I’d wish these humans dead but I don’t. I understand their intent. They want to survive this place. Survive the worst to come. And, yes. There is something worse than being locked up on a planet.
Being on a planet that is slowly drifting towards a burning hot sun that would explode if it were touched by any planet at this point. For it exploding would create a black hole big enough to swalow what the humans call their solar system. They say most have already left to live on mars. They found out how to manipulate most time but they still don’t know how I get out of my cage and wander through their quarters. They scold me and I understand but I do it again.
If your reading this either you have survived the explosion or I have sent this back to a friend I cherish and wish to to live forever, though sadly she can’t. She is fragile, like all the other humans. A sad story never ends when you live forever.
My name was given to me by the Earth girl. She calls me Star, short for Another planet, though when she named me she knew full well I was not another planet but a being unlike yourselves. You called me male if you understand. I do not comprehend any of what she was taking about. You may. Go ahead and read through me days of survival though I did nothing of the sort.
~Star July 4, 3501 (p.s.~ They do not celebrate the forth of July anymore. They haven’t since the year 2120, when they were told by a scientist that we are officially falling towards the sun.)
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Yes. I know it sounds weird but I just came up with it. I probable won't een continue with this one.
But that's my opinion and this is SiFi for gosh sakes. Doesn't mean you bring out all the facts of science today. For all we know they are wrong and the world is flat. 
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