What is right?
What is wrong?
The answers to these two simple questions have been hidden from me for over four hundred years. Some say it is right to keep me in the dark, others say it was wrong. I personally don't care; I only the dark gray walls of my cylinder prison and the thick black chains that hung around my wrists and ankles.
The only reason I am still alive shouldn't be too hard to figure out. After being created I was sent back into the past fifty years, my capsule has kept me frozen and is guarded by a password. Scientists found me and brought me into their secret lab underground. I was called an "alien" in a crashed "spaceship". I think they are a bit off on their prediction.
The frozen air soon started to leak after the lab was abandoned and forgotten. I finally woke from my frozen sleep and gained my mind. I can't recall any memories unless you call intense heat and emptiness a memory.
Over the many years I waited in my capsule I pondered over the same questions. I learned that what may seem right to one person can be wrong to another
What is wrong?
How can you answer?
There is two sides to every story, I don't care, I am just bored. That is until I spotted a figure in front of the glass strip of my capsule.
I guess it all depends on the person.