Future King Ryô
I am a fool. I should not have tried to impress the human. I can feel my energy reserves dwindling. How much longer I can sustain myself on this planet is unknown. But time is running out. I can feel it.
The power of this sun is too weak to sustain my body.
I shouldn't lie to her. Soon I will have to tell her that we need to leave. But she is not ready, I can tell. She is attached to her home. And who can blame her? Even if this planet wasn't killing me, I would want to return back to mine. My home.
Homesickness is filling me, burning me. I want to go back.
I stare at the sky, at its vastness. It's beautiful. Each star shining ever so brightly. Like needle heads, pinned into the vastness of the sky.
"What are you looking at?" she asks me.
"The universe." I answer. "Nothing is more mind blowing, more breathtaking than the beauty of the universe. It's the most peaceful beauty you will ever come to admire." I wish I could tell her now. That we must leave. That I want to leave. That they are coming to get us. But she is not ready. Not yet. I need to prepare her for the departure. I can't wait to show her what is out there. The gloriousness of the stars and planets. It's colors, it's richness. It's danger. It's awe. It's pure magnificence. Everything about it. It's calling me to return. Like a magnet, I can feel the pull.
At night I am weaker than during the day, where I can convert the sun rays into energy to sustain myself. But I have consumed too much already. And the weaker I become, the weaker I will make her. She will die long before me.
I shouldn't have lied to her. Already the lie is consuming my mind. Just like this planet is consuming my body. No wonder the human race is so weak. Their source of energy is so infinitely small. The more impressive it is that their minds developed under such dire circumstances. But they are so far behind. A few hundred years and their consciousness will extinguish. All of it. Except for one. This one consciousness that I will take back home. But she might not survive the journey. And if she does, how likely is it that she will survive on my planet? But I have to take that risk. Why exactly I don't know. Humans would call it "attachment" or "love" or "pity". Something along those lines. I think it's a mere curiosity. A curiosity I can't deny myself. But then again, I have never denied myself anything. I don't want to start now, with her. I want to learn her, discover everything there is to know about her. I can already predict her reactions and anticipate her emotions. There is not so much depth to her being. Nor in any human for that matter. But I can feel it. The excitement she has awakened inside of me. As if I started something new, a new journey. And now, I want to see how far it goes. What else there is to see. A mere curiosity. That's what she is.