Life is one big reflection, four mirrored walls reflecting my gaze.  I’ve never left this room, it’s all I’ve ever known.

They send people in to talk to me, Joe, Mike, Frank, Bob, the list goes on and on, on average my “friend” lasts about 20 to 30 years, then one day a new guy turns up “So how old are you kid?” same old questions, getting to know you stuff.

I’m different they tell me, this much I know, I don’t “sleep” and I don’t “age” I just am. I understand my purpose, after the usual pleasantries I’m shown pictures on the wall of people “Who do they work for?” “What do they want?” “What will they do?” I can answer every question, it makes the men smile, I smile back.

I wonder what the world is like outside of the room, I see fragments of it in my mind but none of it has context, I know I’m in “Washington DC” but that doesn’t mean much, I can’t relate it to anywhere else.

I imagine that one day one of my “friends” will allow me to step through the door, to leave this room. Maybe I will walk to Paris or London or Russia, perhaps I will take a plane, a boat, a taxi somewhere, maybe I could meet someone and have dinner or brunch?

Today is different, there are two “friends” today John and James, they are not smiling.  They show me picture after picture after picture, the answers are the same as yesterday “where will he/she be in a week?” and “What will they be doing?”, nowhere and nothing I tell them, the answer is the same for every person they show me, they do not smile for me.

Something is wrong.

“Where will I be Kid?” you will be dead I reply, once again John doesn’t return my smile, this is understandable I know how death effects my “friends” they take it quite badly.

I am shown more images, this time of Presidents, Prime Ministers, Dictators and more “What will they do?” “Why will they do it?” They will panic, they will all panic and feel fear and then die.

Another “Day” passes, no “friends” come to see me today and yet they watch me behind the mirrors, normally there are 3 or 4, today there are 20 people staring at me, I smile at them, they do not smile back.

Their death worries them, they wish to understand why, they want to stop it, but they can’t. They look to me for answers but all I can see is blackness, nothing, even for myself.

Today is the last “Day” before the end, there are no visitors and no one is watching through behind the mirror, I am alone.

I’ve never been alone.

I walk to the door of my room, my hand presses against it, it opens. I smile but do not go through, there is no need I’ve seen it all before.