3 for the Price of 1

“Let me see if I have this right. You came up with the idea where you wanted to blow up the whole city. Have I got that part right so far? Good. You tell me you started five days ago, right? Okay. And then the air pump broke. So, you blew up half the city! That really bites. And no, I don’t have an air-pump, dude.”

Next Story:

“You what! You blew up half the city! Are you crazy! Now, I’m unemployed thanks to you!”

Last Story:

“In another time, 3,000 years ago, let us call it a dimension of space, a learned man created a massive weapon to blow up the world, but it failed badly. He only blew up half the city we live in now. But you, me, and everyone who lives in what is left, cannot leave, nor can anyone come in, because we carry the remanants of that sweltering heat explosion in our bodies, and anyone who comes into contact with us will also be infected. The infection of continual life.

“In this city, we are the only people on the planet that will never die, and for that we are hated and shunned by society, all because of one man’s personal hate against our world. Because of him, we suffer a fate far worse than any death you could imagine. To know the world evolves, while we remain the same. To know that friends we once had, are no longer here and we cannot grieve for and with those families. To know the riches of the world can never been seen again.

“Death is a welcomed thing here, but death will bypass us, even when that day may come when the rest of those on this planet have all gone away.

“And when that happens, the lonliness will be even greater.”