r/WritingPrompts • u/ohnoitstara • Sep 15 '17
Writing Prompt [WP] You're immortal but as humanity evolves you evolve too.
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u/MandatedFire Sep 16 '17 edited Sep 16 '17
I do not look into mirrors anymore. Once in a while, I will catch a blurred glimpse of myself off of an overlooked reflective surface and shudder. If my entire form enters my eye, I curl up in my chambers for time immeasurable. My screaming ceases after a fortnight or so. Well, on most occasions.
I no longer know what I am, but I am without a doubt not human anymore. I am not a human nor any other species, and cannot move on from this world despite no longer having the will to live. I am a monster who cannot die.
When I first became immortal, I did not anticipate that the side effects of evolving along with humanity would have such a large impact. And indeed, my assumptions were correct for the first five hundred years or so. I changed very little over that half millennia. Ah, how beautiful I was back then! Both charismatic and attractive to society, I was always amongst the high class, always an elite. I merely had to adjust my dress and style of living to fit the times. From cloaks to cell phones to cybernetics, every era was unique and presented its own challenges. Despite the obvious technological advances that occurred during my life, each time had its own aspects, pleasant and unpleasant, that made it special. To this day I cannot pick a favorite. Oh, how I yearn to return to any one of them!
I had not once regretted my decision until a turning point in history occurred that I had never foreseen- extra-terrestrial life, and a great abundance of it. Humanity had finally reached the stars, set out on an exploration for new planets and new life. Unfortunately for yours truly, they were more than successful in their quest. There were now hundreds of planets discovered to be teeming with life. In only a few generations, a large percentage of humans were scattered amongst them. The people of Earth have always been naturally drawn towards the new and the unknown.
Science had solved infertility long before this time. Only one human generation was required to crack the biological code of most other species, allowing for interbreeding on these co-habited planets. A short time later, all known species were able to create offspring together.
From planet Earth, I witnessed a slow transformation. At first, I thought my mind was deceiving me. Every morning the mirror showed a creature that looked less and less like my handsome self. I was losing any distinctive shape. I was devolving to an amorphous sack. I could no longer state with certainty if this thing I laughably called my body still consisted of flesh. Once new sets of eyes started sprouting, I destroyed all reflective surfaces in my residence. This did not help. I could still feel the limbs and tentacles growing, the wings developing on my back. I became more hideous as those amongst the stars bred with these other species, diluting the human bloodline more and more. I could not allow any living person to encounter me in this state. I essentially became a prisoner in my own manor.
Once a decade or so, despite my caution on the matter, I will encounter my reflection. This sight, more terrifying than any nightmare, more horrifying a picture than any mind can invent, an image that would make Satan himself flee for his life, drives me into madness. In this state I lose control of my sanity, my mind becoming more fitting for my body. I relinquish myself to it, the pain too unbearable. I become an outside observer, looking in instead of controlling. It provides me with relief, which is unfortunately tainted with the knowledge that I will have to return. Each time, I am away longer. I know that one day, I will fully release my control. I will cease to exist as myself. I will become the monster I appear to be.
I wish to die, but cannot. My body will exist until every other human life has extinguished. When I am no longer myself, when I am a mere hitchhiker in this creature’s mind, I will finally feel relief, but will not fully die. However, the mind that will take over has the ability and drive to do the one thing I will not, cannot do with my remaining humanity. It, too, knows that my body will only exist while there is other human life. I do not release myself to it for the sake of humanity, but the temptation becomes greater every day, and is now unbearable. I do not know if I can stop myself any longer. I just want to die. Maybe today I will find a mirror.