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.

How I got to be this way, that is a lengthy story, and now, I have time to tell a lengthy story. But first let’s discuss my current condition, that of being stuck here on an asteroid. I have a ship, a nice one to with an inner hull and an outer hull. The outer hull is missing because I got too close to a star, used to slingshot across space. The engines being on the outer hull are also missing. I used maneuver jets to land on the nearest astral object I could find, this asteroid, which was in my flight path. How I got here, that is another story.

How I got this special condition was a lab accident. I was working late, in a thunderstorm. I stumbled onto a lab table and it fell into another and another like dominos and the chemical mix attracted the lightening from the storm. I was standing in the mix, and the whole lab lit up like the fourth of July. I woke up after the firemen showed up to put the fire out. Most of my clothes are in tatters, or burned up in the fire. But not a scratch on me. So, I got up and left. I tried a few tests and was in shock. No matter how I hurt myself, it would heal back up within a few minutes. After thinking about the consequences of this special condition for a while, I moved and change my identity.