I'm the only survivor of the 50th century. No one else. They died. Extinct. Except me.
There is someone else.
Everyone should be dead except me, but he's still alive.
And he's undeniably handsome.
He looks shocked to see me too.
He walks over to me. He looks at me.
His eyes! It is showing me something.
Memories. Memories of us.
We're not human.