1st January – 3950bc
It has been 50 years since we appeared. And I was increasingly concerned to realize that I have not aged one bit. That isn't the only problem. Everyone else IS aging. This just heightens the idea that I am the true ruler of France. Around the year 3990bc, Jean-Paul and I, Jean-Paul is my Science Advisor, carried out some tests to check my immunity. It was… uncomfortable, to say the least. Sure, anyone who was crushed by a boulder would find it uncomfortable. But they would all die. I did not.
Jean-Paul called it "extreme luck". But we decided to test my immunity again. In the blue stuff outside of Paris, our citizens call it water, is not solid. We can't walk on it, and we can't live under it. In fact, if you do go under for prolonged amounts of time, you will most surely die. However, I can stay under there for as long as I want, with no damage.
Our scientists have managed to figure out that us 'humans' require to breathe, the process where we move our mouths and suck in, and to eat. I don't need to do any of those.
So, after many heated debates in my palace, where I reside, Jean-Paul finally said that I was immortal. He is still, to this very day, trying to figure out how.
After retelling this story to my 4 advisors in our daily meeting, they all seemed to understand. In fact, it seems to be happening to my advisors as well.
"I have come up with a theory, that anyone who is of importance to France will be immortal." Jean-Paul says. The others nod in agreement.
"My lord, as much as this conversation is relevant to the wellbeing of France, we have more pressing matters. Our workers grow restless. They want to help build France along with us, by improving Paris. However, they have many ideas." Elodie says. She was the woman who approached me on the first day, in her red dress. She is the Economic Advisor.
"We could build a shrine. Our citizens are having visions of a god of some sort. This 'god' of theirs put us here on the first place. It would give hope to our citizens, and answer the ultimate question." Luis says. He is the Religious Advisor.
"Or, we could build walls. Some citizens mention sights of strange men outside of our borders. These may just be rumours, but these rumours could turn out to be true. The walls will protect our citizens from any harm." Elodie says.
I sit there, looking at them both. I weigh up both of the options, and make a final decision.
"Work will begin on city walls at the first sight of light after the dark. We cannot risk these rumours. A shrine can wait, but if these strange figures decide to come to Paris, we must be ready." I say, with a tone of finality.
All the advisors walk out of the palace. Elodie looks at me and smiles.
"You made the right choice." She says.