Solar

Chapter 1

There's nothing like it- seeing all those you love, even those you don't, watching all of them die. Nothing compares to the feeling of holding your own mothers hand while the life force drains out of her, leaving only to feed the endless cycle. The endless cycle, the "circle of life" as many call it. But within all circles a center is formed, much like an eye of the storm. I am the eye of the storm of life.
I am unaware how I've gotten to this point. But it has been millennia since I aged physically. My appearance suggests I'm in my 20's. I do not know what year I was born, which is rather unfortunate. But it would be useless knowledge. Now I simply exist to see out my purpose, waiting in silence, yet taking my place in society.
Society is a funny concept. I've watched it fall apart 3 times. At first it was the year 2034- nuclear warfare erupted, leaving only a handful of survivors. After a few centuries humans took over again. But they were so ignorant. The cycle of evolution began again, they invented religions, and created false science. After a few millennia they advanced more than ever before, only to create a new type of weapon, they made the mistake of playing god.
Not even god himself wants to play that role now, they created what was called "The apocalypse." It was a fungus. The fungus would kill the brain of its host, but maintaining the body. The "humans" thought it was controllable. There were only about 97 survivors.
Time and time again I saw mankind create societies and civilizations. They created family systems and an economy, only to destroy it all and begin the cycle again.
I was on my 7th or 8th time watching the cycle. The ice caps began melting, the temperature on earth reached a medium of 130°. The sun was dying.
The earth very slowly became unbearably hot, and since the current population had only evolved to the equivalent of the firsts 1850s, they would all die. Unable to leave the planet they corroded, humans would die.
I prayed I would go with the species I had watched be reborn over and over. I wanted to see my mother. My wife. I don't remember their faces or names anymore. All I remember is my wife's smile, as she lay bleeding out. A smile that let me truly live.