The tape recorder plays its final entry. The person recording it seems so… Tired.

"Entry number 22. I'm… I'm out of time, aren't I?"

A deep breath.

"I don't… Know how everything around me is able to breathe so easily, it's…"

Another, ragged, breath.

"This is just delaying the inevitable, isn't it?"

A silence, and then a final click.

Work in progress gene projects, pets that I haven't quite gotten attached to, or pets that are for trade.