Personal Log
Final entry. Breathers are all empty. My uniform has seized protecting me from the harsh climate of this planet and it is just a matter of hours.
I feel that I should leave something profound as my final words, but nothing comes to mind. I chose to become an astronaut. I wanted to explore. Dying alone on an alien planet was not what I had in mind but it appears to be my destiny.
I have seen things that many of my brothers will not even glimpse in the farthest regions of their imagination. Still, my final thoughts will be of home. Home...
Author's note: I had more than one ending in mind. One of my ideas was that the alien would find unexpected nourishment in a Coca Cola bottle, be swept away on a cat's fur and freeze to death with the words "Must be some kind of freeze ray" on his lips (it's a joke that only people who've seen the old He-Man cartoons would know). It was just a crazy exercise and I felt like adding some humor. Eventually, though, I stuck to the simple ending of the alien simply dying alone on Earth.
As is probably apparent, this exercise was about seeing Earth (and humans) through alien eyes. The next exercise is on and will deal with social psychology...alien style of course ;-)