Quest For Internity Jeff Bezo

The quest for eternity (Jeff Bezos) He awoke under the bed; it had been his birthday and had drunk champagne and eaten Danish pastry He stretched, feeling stiff, walked to the kitchen, opened the fridge took out cheese, tomatoes, butter and A bottle of beer, which thirstily drank. The cleaning lady had been everything was in order but wondered where guests had gone and when they left The house was quiet, not a sound from the street looking out, he saw cars stopped, some with open doors like they had been abandoned in haste, must be something important going on, he thought, walked into the bathroom had a shower and shaved. In a bakery/café, he had a sandwich and coffee, which he had to make himself since no one was around It dawned on him people had left for a reason unknown and everything, cars, cigarettes and beer, was free and only For him to enjoy. A Rolls Royce that had belonged to the mayor stood in the street as he had never driven an expensive car before he started The car, what smooth ride, he thought, but where are the people? At the plaza, he saw a dog that looked like the one he had many years ago, called the cur’s name, but it growled at him and ran away, frightened of him. At an expensive restaurant walked into the kitchen, made a good meal, and drank fine wine without worrying about paying. The dog came in, to all friendly now understanding it had to stick with this person to be fed. Months went by, he had everything, but he had nothing there no change, days were the same, he lost interest in himself stopped shaving and bathing and wore the same pants and shirt every day as time was endless no point doing anything Life had lost its meaning; he had to take the matter into his own hands took the lift up to the top of the building and jumped, but he descended slowly and softly landed, he broke down and sobbed He was doomed to live forever as a punishment for his wishes to Be a master of life and death. Back under the bed, he went to sleep an eternity away, but the dog stood outside the bedroom crying, who is to feed it now?