How fast does a man alone travel through time? That was the question Adam should have considered before he opted for immortality. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Six months or eternity to live wasn’t a hard choice.
Outliving the earth was a problem he’d anticipated. Immortality gave him plenty of time to convert the moon into a self-sustaining habitat. From his personal ark, he watched the sun turn red and swallow the pale blue dot he’d called home for millennia and felt the gravitational buffeting when the Milky Way Galaxy locked spiral arms with Andromeda.
It was while watching the sun collapse into a white dwarf that he asked himself if it had been a good idea to outlive it. Solitude had its drawbacks but if he was finding it so hard to endure his own company, how could anyone have endured him? He’d probably spared himself the choice of being the last murderer or the last murder victim in human history.
When he first read Frankenstein, Adam pitied Victor, who destroyed himself in the quest for knowledge. When he closed it for the millionth time, he looked up to see the last star collapse into a black hole. He wept for the monster as it grieved for the bride it never married and the humanity it could never share.