[ WP ] You have developed and ability to see how people will die when you look at them . Your entire life you avoided pictures of yourself , but today you forgot , and , brushing your teeth in the morning , looked in the mirror ...

You would think that being able to see the grim future of another person's death would be terrible and it would pretty much drive you insane. 
 
 But think about it... When you heard about your neighbor's best friend's mom dying from leukemia, did it really bother you? Not really. Hell, not even a little bit. And that's sort've the same deal here. Death is all around us and to be frank, you get a little calloused after the fortieth suicide. You do n't get numb, you simply acknowledge that it's a part of life. Sort've like how a war veteran simply accepts the monstrosities of war. It's just how shit goes down. 
 
 One thing that terrified me for the longest time, though... I did n't want to know how it ended for it. How sad is that? I've accepted the death of everyone else, but I ca n't accept my own. What, did I think I just would n't die if I avoided any and all web cameras, family photos, and mirrors? I mean, who the fuck fears a selfie? 
 
 Well, this morning... I think... I dunno... I think I might have done it on purpose. Maybe not deliberately, but... Y'know... I was just brushing my teeth, avoiding the mirror of the hotel I was in... And then I just did it. I lifted my eyes and stared at my own tired visage. You know what the funny part is? You do n't know what you look like if you've never seen a mirror. It actually took me a few moments to realize that this was n't a window. It was me. I was the one in the glass, toothbrush in mouth. I look pretty good, actually. 
 
 And then it happened. 
 
 It was n't years. It was n't decades. It was n't even centuries. But about seventeen millennia from now, I will die. Surrounded by friends, family, worshipers, and those that dedicated their lives to my purpose. I will be frail. Old. There will be nothing more that can be done to put it off. But the way everyone stares at me... It will be as though they are expecting something to happen. And just when my breath becomes shallow, the door will open to this hospice room. And the woman with the blue hair and the turquoise eyes so strikingly lovely... So absolutely mystifying by her. Entrancing. 
 
 She will be there right before it all ends. 
 
 She will approach me with a... a small glowing crystalline cube in her hand. No bigger than your thumb and it will look to be straight out of some stupid video game. Everyone's eyes, my own included, will follow her and her cube as she makes her way to me. I will smile at her and offer my hand and... Woah, hold up... Wow, I'm not sure what happens in the future, but somewhere along the line, I apparently triple in size and stature. The girl was... that will approach me will be quite average in terms of size but even though I will be a withered husk and an aged relic, her hand would n't even cover half my palm. 
 
 There would be a dialogue between us but I... Well, the current me, the me staring in a mirror, could n't make it out. Not that I was failing to hear it clearly, it simply was n't a language that I'd ever heard so far, and I'm pretty sure I'd heard all the popular ones at this point... Or at least most of them. But our words, whatever dialect of whatever language, they would be affectionate. Familial. So kind and close that just their tone brought tears to my eyes both in the present and in the future. She was already something... or someone special to me. And I was something equally special to her. 
 
 And upon kissing the center of my callous, tepid hand, she set the tiny glowing cube upon my forehead. And through the means of technology that would n't exist for the upcoming fourteen-thousand years, I understood. 
 
 I... No. *We* cheated at the game of life. 
 
 I would purposefully wait for my last few moments to quite literally inject information into my mind, intentionally killing myself. But before I could die, I would give myself a destiny. Power. Purpose. And the knowledge to accomplish it. Genetic-control technology, cures to diseases, some of which that would n't exist for another three thousand or more years. Stocks secrets, wars, assassination attempts, disasters and strategies to preempt them, lists upon lists of future profiles that I needed to kill, recruit, avoid, and protect. 
 
 The most important thing, though... It was the last few words spoken. Words that I now could understand. Damn it, I could n't remember them. But I could just... Shut my eyes. And it all stopped. But if I open them again. If I look again... Yes. 
 
 There she was again. There I was again. Lying on that same damn bed in the hospice. She was walking up to me again. She still had the cube. Perfect, yes it was playing over. Heh,'Playing'... As if you could call it that. Again, I offered her my hand, and again, she took it. And once more, she spoke, but this time, it actually meant something. 
 
 `` I am your daughter. You are my father. Together, we change everything. Down to the very fundamentals of reality.'' 
 
 `` You are certain this will work?'' 
 
 `` It already has.'' 
 
 `` I supposed it has. You are truly incredible, child of mine. The first to take control of fate itself.'' 
 
 `` You played just as vital a part, my treasure.'' 
 
 `` I could not have done any of it without you.'' 
 
 Her smile fades... 
 
 `` They will come for you. They will come for you in an attempt to destroy me. But you will protect yourself now, and by definition, you will protect me.'' 
 
 `` I know. I will protect us both. I promise. I only hope I can weather the next six millenia without you. I will miss you... so, so much.'' 
 
 `` You... will still get to be with me with time. And a thin film of silver is all you need to hear my voice again. But I am the one that must go on without you.'' 
 
 `` I will always be with you, child of mine.'' 
 
 `` Lies. You never move past these moments. But even so, I love you still.'' 
 
 `` And I love you.''
