I’m a scientist. It was my destiny. My fathers and mothers made me just for that purpose. They poured their heart and soul into me and spent billions just so I could exist. They spent countless hours checking everything thing over and making sure I was perfect. That is why I’m a scientist. Once they were done building me they sent me off here. It was a long journey, 253 earth days if I remember correctly. I arrived here on August 6, 2012. It’s been eight years since then. I’ve discovered that all the things needed to support life as we know it were once here. All my brothers and sisters have died, except for the new one that arrived this year, and I have mourned them. I was supposed to die too. I was only to last 2 years. I do not know weather this much life has been a blessing or a curse, but I do know I have a purpose to fulfill. I know I will continue to make discoveries for humanity until the day I die. And I know when I do die, I will be missed.