You were in a car crash. You think that if you never got in that car, it would of never happened. What it really means, is that you wish you could change the past. For mankind, it is physically impossible to change the time line at this stage. Even if there were to be a way to change the time line, it would be extremely dangerous to go back without creating a time paradox.

Don’t fear what you don’t know what will happen. For anything that can happen could happen, might happen, but does not mean it will happen. We live in a Universe that is normally fairly basic. Almost all Multiverses would be more foreign to us than meeting an unknown alien life form. Imagine seeing us in a different light. Such as beating somebody up, going out with a girl that you hated in high school, or even being attracted to the opposite gender of your current choosing. As foreign as it is to you, it is possible that any of those events could happen to you. It is all the matter of variables in how you were grown up.

It has the same concept as having your parents be alcoholics and you will have a high probability that you will become one yourself. However, there is a chance that you might not. It is all based on how you are influenced. As for my situation, it is the same principles. Except the fact that if I were to really be human, I would have to face the consequences of getting in a car accident. Unfortunately, my abilities are limited so I was unable to stop everything to happen. If Ryan were to be just less arrogant and listening, he wouldn’t of died on impact. True, that is controversy to what I said before about the inevitable.

However, the more I stick around humans, the more human I become. I find myself not understanding the most basic things on my home planet, and transitioning to less logical after every year. What will my Xanimylian friends think about me after my 80 year probation?

Which reminds me, I wonder what they are doing right now. They could be clear across the other side of the Berlyc Zone, or also known as the Andromeda galaxy, saving the Ezomus planet from their dying sun. Whatever they are doing, they sure probably aren’t thinking of me. After all, I haven’t received a transmission from them since my first year on Earth.

No matter, I have gained many friends during this decade, and lost only but a few that were dear to me. Ryan and I never were close. He was never close to anybody, really. However, as I know how he felt to be alone, I tried to interact with him as much as I could. I helped him start talking to people, but not very effectively. I do hope that he saw me as a friend, and not of one whom pestered him every day.

Anyhow, it is done. I know that it is not the end for him, for life is never extinct. It has just moved to a more peaceful, prosperous place. I haven’t been there personally, for it is only for those who have lived their life to the fullest. I shall not see death for quite sometime, unless it is for an unforeseen illness that my body has been immune to already.