The Forever Friend

After three years on the waiting list, the reinforced bio-hazard crate from the avant-garde biotech firm finally arrived. The included 'Care Log' was a book of blank pages, symbolizing a creature that defied the laws of entropy, while leaked footage of previous owners showed them sitting in catatonic stupors, staring unblinkingly at the subject for days on end. The promotional videos were terrifying, proving the entity could withstand blast furnaces and the crushing pressures of the deep ocean without a scratch. Trembling, I deactivated the sound-dampening field, expecting a roar, but was met with silence. I reached in, my fingers grazing cold, rough, grey skin, and only when I saw the gold-stamped logo on the bottom did I realize I had spent my life savings on the only thing that is truly immortal.