Writing Prompts and the Outcome

Another Day Alone

Since you are the only known immortal, NASA has been using you during the last 3 decades to explore our solar system.

30 years. It's been 30 years since I've been on this fucking spacecraft. Always moving, never going anywhere. I don't age, and I don't die. But I don't forget either. I've lived for thousands of years, and never once have I been found out by anyone. I knew it'd be bad if I did. I never knew it'd be this bad. When they found out what I was, as humans, their first reaction was to use me. I'm so tired of them and their silly minds.

I suppose I could simply open the door and fuck up everything they've worked for. They can suck it, after what they did to me. Forcing me to suffer for years. But no. Even though I can't die, I can't breathe without air. I'd just be choking until I find a planet with sufficient oxygen. I'd rather not go through the pain. Especially since that'd take a couple of years.

I've done what I've been told. I record everything they told me to. They still try and contact me through radio, but they can go fuck themselves. I'm tired and bored. I've lived too long for this. If just I could go back to how it used to be. I could live peacefully. But nope. They had to fuck it up for me. I didn't want this.

In the end, I think deep down I knew it would always end like this. Me, alone again.

50 years later:

Another fucking day alone. I'm going so insane, I'm breaking the goddamn fourth wall.

Do you understand what it's like? I'm like their test subject. Little do they know, I'm keeping something from them. A little while ago, I'd say 10 years, I passed a planet that had intelligent life on it. Ha. The humans don't know that though.
80 years of being in the same place has taught me a thing or two. I figured out how to do a more complicated version of hot wiring, and I figured out how to disable the cameras they set up in the front and back of the spacecraft. When I passed the planet, I took out the cameras and landed.

At first, they were somewhat hostile, but once I explained my situation (they had high tech translators, and English isn't a difficult language to interpret), they told me in 20 years, if the humans hadn't set me free, they'd come and find me. 20 years seems like a lot, but once you've lived this long, years pass like months, sometimes even days. Time is just a construct.
I'm halfway there. I bet you're reading this and thinking, "Why didn't they just let you stay and set you free then?"
Well, it's a bit more complicated than that. Since I was a different species, specifically of "human" origins, there are some technical issues with letting my live on their planet. I have to go a certain amount of time (100 years) for them to be allowed to let me stay.
Here's the best part. Even if the humans DID find out, they can't do shit. They can't kill me, and even if they tortured me for the rest of the 10 years; as I said, time is a construct.

I can finally be free. I can finally live again.
The species I encountered were called "Gallifrayens," or "Time Lords." Fancy names, I know. Let's hope they come through when the time is right.

10 years later:

Shit. The humans have bypassed the blocking system I made for the radio so I don't have to decline every time they try to call me.
"You have disobeyed direct orders. You were told to record every bizarre or unusual encounter you made. You have failed. You will now suffer the consequences."

"Consequences? You assholes have kept me prisoner here for 100 years. I'm close to insanity, and I can't die. What could you possibly do to me?" I let out a humorless laugh.
The human looks smug. "Do you not remember the reason you're here?"
"Uh, I dunno, maybe because you forced me?"
"But how were we supposed to make you obey orders without a reason?"
I thought about that for a second. That's a good point. How? Was I forgetting something?
The human continued, "We threatened the most precious thing you have."
I snorted, "I don't love anything. I learned to let that go after a couple thousand years of my loved ones dying. Stop fucking lying to me."
"You've forgotten the one person we're keeping alive for you. Your daughter."

My... daughter? I don't have a daughter. I'd remember someone as important as that... right? What have I done?

Before I could respond, the spacecraft shook, and I heard a loud whirring sound. The shuttle door opened. Another ship was attached to mine. The Time Lords has come through after all. I dashed onto their ship. I told them the situation, that the humans had my daughter.

They teleported their ship onto the exact location my daughter was being held. I don't remember what she looks like. What is her name?

Where am I? What's happening? Why...is every..thing so... fuzzy?

30 years. 30 years since I've been on this fucking spacecraft. Always moving, never going anywhere. I don't age, and I don't die. But I don't forget either. I've lived for thousands of years, and never once have I been found out by anyone...
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