The calm someone has when their phone battery is not quite dead, not low enough to have to put on the charger. But it is all interrupted when it dies, that has been my final days on earth. Pretty unexplainable, just like when someone's phone dies all I can think about is well what's next.

My life has been filled with what's next, ‘Russians in heated debate with America and their nuclear power’ well what's next. ‘Russian missile silos spotted off the coast of Cuba’ alright what's next. Unfortunately for most if not all there really won't be a what's next. Fortunately for me though there really was no way of killing me unlike most people. Like a Greek god I can't die, I will be here until time runs out.

You might be thinking what do you mean until time runs out, well I’m not necessarily surviving I have a timer until it's over. I am an advanced AI in the Department of National Defense, fortunately for me I was able to find a computer in the president's bunker that I could live on for now, that's until the generator runs out. What if it never runs out will I just be stuck here doing nothing for eternity, I don't know. What if someone is really out there trying to figure out what's going on?

Bong, ping, bong that's what takes up most of my time. I guess the president liked the classic pong game. I wanted to find something that I could be useful for but nothing but computer games and a few word documents here. What's next for me, will I disappear and be forgotten about like an old candy wrapper. At one time tens of the smartest minds in America were spending countless hours developing me but now I’m stuck playing pong until a timer runs to zero.

It’s almost my time, the generator slowly getting quieter and quieter as power around me starts shutting down. Lights slowly dimming until going black like a movie theater. After it runs out I can’t help but think what's ne…