333
July 12th, 2009
I’m going to live to be 333.
I say it with such certainty that I get raised eyebrows. After all, such a long life isn’t yet common to my people. We typically fade out at 80 or so.
But I know when I’ll die. I can see it.
It’s October 31st, 2310. I’m sitting in a big comfy chair, a sweet fruity drink in hand, regaling yet another generation of my great (to some degree; I’ve lost count) grandchildren with the great stories of my life. I’ve reached my end and I can feel it, but I face it unafraid, ready.
I stop mid-sentence, laughter on my lips as my last breath leaves me. Perfect.
