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The vast universe makes us insignificant. It's been difficult since my therapy to recall all of my past. But as I'm concerned all my family is dead. You don't know how hard is to see all your family graves. I'm now at the tenth millenium, year 11390. Right now I'm bionic man. When the tripulation unfreeze me, most of my vital organs were unuseable, so they made me almost mechanic. It's hard to remember the past, but I can now and I miss much of the past, I miss my mom and how she made pancakes on saturday's morning, before going to church. I want to cry now, but I can't, my mechanic organism doesn't make me sad.

It's difficult, but let me start with my life. My name is David Rogers, son of Jeremy Rogers and Martha Wiliams. I was born on the year 1983 to this beautiful family. I was raise in a middle-low family class family. We lived almost outside town. We live by the nature. We were a very happy family. My dad would always come back to work, very tired, but he loved me and he would want me to learn to catch the ball. We would get out at night and play with our baseball and both with our gloves. It was Dad, Me and the beautiful night, with all those millions of stars in the sky. When we finish playing, we would sit on the porch of our small house and see the stars. Sometimes we would count them, sometimes we just talk. I really miss my dad, If I just wish something is to come back to time and say to my dad how much I love him. But now it's too late. My mom was also a sweetheart. What a wonderful woman. She was a teacher and she love me so much. She would read me books at night. She would sometimes read me Tom Sawyer adventure stories, and then when I fall asleep she would kiss me and say goodbye. I want to cry, but I can't my bionic body don't permit me that. I wish I could just give her one more hug, but I can't it's too late. That was my lovely family.

Introduction

Planet Earth has become inhabitable. We are on the tenth millenium. We all remember the past years, but now we must leave, we must leave for our own existance. As one of the only survivor's of the third millenium I must say everything is change. I'm sorry for the way I write this text, I'm not a writer, I'm just someone stuck here in the future. But well, I hope this can be send towards the past, at least towards the fourth millenium, because recently by reading past events, the time machine was invented on the fourth millenium, I don't know, I'm confuse right now. But I hope I can tell my story from beginning to end. Let me get started...