[ WP ] At the age of 18 , everyone picks an unlikely life event . They will be reborn at 18 every time they die until that event happens . After that , death is permanent .

I had been itching for adventure for as long as I could remember. Ever since I learned to draw I envisioned myself living life to its fullest. I recorded all of those in a spiral notebook. Drawn or written, I vowed to make every one of them happen. 
 
 When the teachers told us of the gift our species was endowed with, I couldn ’ t wait to reach the Age of Enrichment. Every year until then was spent researching and reading and comparing scenarios with my friends. Which one would afford me all the time I needed to live all of my dreams? 
 
 When the day came I was set. “ When the Sun goes supernova. ” I proclaimed in front of everyone during the ceremony. From then on I lived as I had promised myself. All deaths along the way were milestone markers to me. 
 
 Then it inevitably happened. I reached the end of the book. Two hundred and fifty lifetimes lived and I had nothing to look forward to. Humanity marched forward, evolved, expanded and died. But I could not. All because of the one fact I had overlooked: our sun was too small to go supernova. 

