I only made an itro for this....ah well

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I’m stuck in the past, the past of a memory, the past of any book, the past in history. And what am I doing here? Good question. I was in a time where the man invented robots which could do all your work for you. One night after having a quiet dinner with my scientist father, mechanic mother, high school older brother and little sister I went to my future looking room filled with little robots I self-invented. I have blue prints all over my walls and an entire bookshelf filled with books of the past. I stepped to my window which was almost as wide as my wall and looked down the 40 floor story building. I saw flying cars everywhere with their lights making a ruckus in this dark night. I looked up at the next building in front of ours and on a large board it said: Last day of a past year! Let us discover even more in the next! 2999-3000!!!   This is all true; it’s the last day of this year and in only a few hours New Year’s Day. I walked over to the bookshelf and took a book which said: WORLD WAR III    The WORLD WAR III was the trigger for all of this.  I flipped a few pages through in till I saw the bold words: NEW-TEGNOLOGY WEOPONS    this is where they named new weapons from every country which the countries were secretly building and only revealed in the war as a trump card. After the war the world made peace and placed together all research and made the models and uncompleted mini robots of what we have today. If a person wishes to become a mechanic they must first learn how to build each and every one of these five page full weapons. It takes about a twenty year study for all these. I closed the book after I examined the first few that were named. I placed the book back and looked up again. Only ten minutes left!   Honestly, I wasn’t exited. If I counted correctly this is my 567th time seeing New Year’s Day. See I am science experiment from 567 years ago. I am human who was made immortal with robot body parts. I have been cared by many families over the years. The scientist can’t care for me at the lab so they send me to the most ranked scientist. So from what I said above, I lied. There is no way this could be my family! My real family obviously died because of old age. My actress mother, my archaeologist father, twin brother and little sister. I didn’t know what jobs my siblings got. All I know is I never heard or saw them since I was taken away from them when I was only seven.  10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! Happy New Years!  I jumped onto my bed and placed a pillow around my ears. 567, that makes it 567! I don’t want to live anymore! I’ve seen how the human race has grown and I can predict how it will end too. “Aren’t you going to come and celebrate with us?” My well adopted-, no, step-, no. My caretaker’s family’s youngest daughter asked me. Her name was Suzie. She had long blonde hair and green eyes; she was the cutest thing ever. I shook my head under the pillow then sat up and looked at her. “Sorry lady Suzie.” Oh did I forget to mention that I have to treat my caretakers formal? “Why not?”  I looked at the ground. “Come let’s go.” Jack, the high school boy said as he placed a hand on Suzie’s shoulder. They both walked away and closed the door. I stood up and picked up my pillow exposing a diary I keep under it. It was ordinary and you know was a book. Books are rare. Everyone have this new electronic stuff. One book could easily be sold for $100 000. And yet I have an entire bookshelf full of the stuff. I keep it safe cause I need all of these books to help me remember what I lived through or what caused my incident. I took the diary and paged through it to the very back. This is my 12th diary so far.