[ CW ] Pick up the nearest book and flip to the first sentence . Make it the last sentence of your story .

I flipped through the pages of this Ancient Book, and then returned it snugly back into my pack. I looked over the Terrestrial landscape, and prepared for the coming night. Nights on X-4, oh boy! They were always interesting, to put it lightly. All of the creatures would come out and `` play''. Mostly packs of Canines. Sometimes large Avians. Neither was a pleasant experience. I, Robert Klien, was sent here to document the first traces of Extra-Terrestial life, and take samples, but my shuttle had some major `` issues'' upon entry of X-4's atmosphere. I crash landed, and ever since, have been living off the land documenting everything I've found in the off chance that I'm found. I presume they think I'm dead, but I must continue. Being alone has given me much time to ponder things which trouble my mind. Such as Religion and Philosophy, two long forgotten studies that several of my parents were involved in back on Earth. They are dead now, and so are my great-great-grandchildren, because I have been in Cryo-stasis for 200 years. The current year, according to my count is 2341. It's a lonely existence.
