She was born alone. Unlike the others.
Unlike the others, when she opened her eyes, there wasn’t this dazzling dance of creation all around her which had inspired awe and wonder it the multitudes before her.
If she did feel awe and wonder, it must have been at the utter absolute loneliness of her situation. But she wouldn’t have known she was lonely. To know that she would have to know that there was the possibility of others. She would have to know that the infinite unchanging darkness stretching in all directions to infinity and beyond wasn’t the only state of being.
Maybe she looked inwards and found peace in herself. Maybe she found companionship in those little bodies whizzing past her at the speed of light. Briefly illuminated by her brilliance and then turning to darkness.
She was the last of her kind. She was also my favourite. She was small and weak, compared to the giants who had come before. But she didn’t know that. She was a tragic figure who was doomed the moment she was born. But she didn’t know that. So she fought anyway.
She was the last of her kind. She was also my favourite. My lone warrior who did not give up halfway. My little redhead who was determined to live a full life just like the countless others before her. Not letting her fate snuff out her brightness.
But now she is gone. There is only darkness. Eternal and unchanging. There will be nothing more. And the nothing will stretch for so long that eventually it will feel like it was nothing all along. All memories will fade. Hers will be the last to go. But even hers would be gone one day.
My little red one. My last light.
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“..Our cosmos is currently 13.77 billion years old, and galaxies throughout the universe will continue making new stars for many years to come. But eventually—roughly one trillion years from now—the last star will be born. That star will likely be a small red dwarf, barely a fraction of our sun’s mass. Red dwarf stars live fantastically long lives, gently sipping on hydrogen to power a slow but steady fusion reaction. But eventually, all stars, including the red dwarfs, will come to an end. In roughly 100 trillion years, the last light will go out..”
I read the above quote in Popular Mechanics, which made me think of the story of the last star. My version is what you see above.
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Then I thought I will ask ChatGPT to write the story. I gave it the following prompt first.
This is what it wrote..
Then I asked it..
Not a bad effort. I would say. I love it that the first story starts with “once upon a time..” almost as if its a fairly tale, or something written by a child. And certainly both seem to have a more upbeat positive ending..
Invictus 
