Population: One, Me by D.A.Sanford - HTML preview

My World

I have the whole world to wander, a few of the animals have gotten used to me. I never have been so lonely. I sometimes talk to myself for a long time. I, most times, answer myself. Yes, I have argued with myself. I really am starting to question my sanity .

Remembering articles about prisoners that were in solitary confinement. It really was not the size of the cell, it was the being alone that would mess with their mind.

There are different things I do to keep sane. The best thing I did was to use parts that I have scavenged. I now have a solar charged three wheeler. It is just fast enough to be dangerous. It is a thrill factor. That snaps me out of a funk. This will sound strange, considering that I am not suicidal, it is the danger of the speed that is the thrill.

I know that, if I injure myself, I could have a long lingering death but the lure of distraction I find irresistible.

I do walk at least a week a month during the good weather. I do love to see just how stupid we were. We battled about saving the world by stopping this, doing that, when all that was needed was to let the world let nature do its job.

The fruit trees are starting to have the first fruits. Soon I will have good desserts.

Everywhere I go I bring my computer. Each day I record what are my feelings. What I did and the progress of the world. I was working at the computer when I nearly had a heart attack. From the computer I hear.

“We are travelers. Our system has gone super nova. Our dual populations have traveled for a long time. As owner of this world, may we have permission to meet. For now, if you would allow us, please turn your camera on.”

I turn on both the mic and the camera and answer that I really want to talk to someone that will talk to me. I did not care what they look like.