Prelude

I am writing a series of journal entries in the form of stories to chronicle my life. The reason for writing these stories is that I find myself stranded on an asteroid, with little hope of being rescued any time in the foreseeable future as no one knows I am here.

By my estimate, I am approximately 10,000 years old. That is to say, I have been living for that extremely long of time. My body appears to be that of an eighty-year-old woman of this time period. The average life span of a female for this time period is 400 years. I believe myself to be a middle age woman, but have discovered that over time that looks can be deceiving.

My hair is red, and cut to medium length, braided in locks of about a half inch in diameter (that being the current style). My height is 5 foot 6 inches, and my weight is 135 pounds. There are no scars on my body, because of my special condition, and that has allowed me to live for 10,000 years. Any wounds I have gotten in my life heals without scars, and there have been a lot of wounds, broken bones and severed limbs, which grew back. I am unsure what it would take to kill me. I suppose that decapitation would do it, or maybe being cut in half, but I never tried.