(Writing Prompt) You are an alien who has chased electromagnetic signals to find Earth, but there are no humans when you arrive.

[WP] Man discovered a way for you to voluntarily give part of your remaining lifetime to someone else. Some people became immortal.

No one is quite sure how it got started. The Chosen Ones just happened. After the discovery of Time-transfer, the rich tried to buy Time - or take it by force - but it was quickly discovered that Time taken unwillingly would spoil. Instead, it became a sort of informal, entirely voluntary currency. Legend has it the Chosen Ones were powerful individuals in their early lives, renowned for their outstanding strength, intelligence, kindness or virtue. Friends, family, acquaintances and indeed everyone the Chosen crossed gifted them with Time, until they had accumulated Centuries. The legends further state that as these individuals gained worldwide acclaim people began, without formal communication, gifting Time onto the Chosen Ones. Seemingly overnight there arose a new class of beings, a mere handful of human minds, destined to persist not decades, not centuries, nor even mere miilenia. These Chosen received, on average, one Sol year from each human being on ancient Earth at that time -  twelve and one half billion.  And, of course, today their timelines continued to grow - for the common man such as you or I, gifting a minute here or there to one of the Chosen provides a fleeting feeling that part of us, too, can outlive the sun. Our entire society is oriented around these ancient beings who guide and protect us with depth of knowledge and breadth of perspective born of eons. Although we guard the years in our own short lives, we rest assured that something of us, something of humanity, will persist.

[WP] You are a sailor. In the middle of the ocean your ship has sunk. You are the sole survivor of the accident, but you are trapped in a small air pocket that has formed within the wreckage. You have no food, water, or light, and know you have no hope of rescue. Tell us about your last few hours.

It was impossible to judge the passage of time since the fractured hull had impacted the ocean bottom. Drifting in and out of consciousness, I strained my eyes in vain to see something, anything, but the human eye is of no use in the darkness of the deep. The wounds to my body kept me hovering on the edge of consciousness and my mind was grateful for the respite from the utter terror of the position I found myself in. Eventually, however, my senses returned and reality clawed itself sharply back into focus. Amidst a deep, resounding, black silence came to my ears the occasional shriek of steel against steel, giving way in these crushing darkness. Tremors moved through the hull, muffled impacts as the structures above me collapsed and settled down onto my prison. Only my weakened state prevented me from thrashing about in a rage of despair - half-clenched fists and gurgled sobs the only proof I had not also succumbed.

More time passed, and I found the strength to pull myself into a half-kneeling position against the bulkhead. Still, I could see nothing - yet sounds seemed to increase both in volume and number. Creaks, drips, cracks and metallic pings seemed to ricochet around my head until I could take them no longer. "Enough!" I shouted, finally finding my voice.The volume of the surroundings seemed to decrease, seemingly in response to my outburst. I coughed and the sound echoed, fading hack into the black, eerie silence. Crouched against that cold metallic surface, I felt the world shake again. As the sound of choked laughter penetrated the fog of terror in my mind, I realized this tremor was of my own making. I laid there a long time, alternating between hysterical giggles and hopeless, wretched sobs as life slowly left me.

A grip of icy cold, seeping through the hull, reached through the encroaching haze of fatal slumber and drew me once more to a painful, conscious state. I saw, across the chamber and through the porthole by which 1 had made my fateful entrance, the faint outline of a human hand - long, slender fingers moving in a purposeful motion. Beckoning to me, the hand appeared suffused in a delicate glow. Dragging myself bodily over the roomful of debris, I approached the glass where an emanating light was still faintly discernible. Pressing my forehead against it, I strained in anguish to see. From the darkness a feminine form emerged, glowing brightly for a moment, her hair streaming in the silt-laden currents. As the glow faded, the figure stretched forth her hand, and I felt within me an overwhelming desire to grasp it. Unbidden, my hands found the locking mechanism sealing the door which had thus far kept me alive. Cycling it open, I felt - in the same moment - the lock give way and the icy blackness tearing me backwards. In my last moments of consciousnesses I felt, I am certain, a gentle grasp at my wrist, pulling me up and outward.

Hi, I know you are people attracted by real things not simulations.But sometimes you need to use your computer and then what would be greater than a simulation of typewriters like the old ones you liked. I offer this software as source code to compile with Qt Creator.This is the link to the project and you'll get a taste of the result by two images. link :https://github.com/imatmati/TypeWriter Bye.

1. Install GitHub for Windows
2. Register for a GitHub account on Github.com and then log in to the application
3. Install Qt Creator for Windows 
4. Go to https://github.com/imatmati/TypeWriter and click “Clone in Desktop”
5. Find the location where the files were cloned to and then click on the Typerwriter file which is of Qt project format.
6. Qt creator will open – click Yes, and then Configure Project. Stuff will happen.
7. Go up top and click Build > Build Project “Typewriter”
8. Locate the build folder which now contains Typewriter.exe
9. Go into the Qt install files at C:\Qt\5.4\mingw491_32\bin and copy the following files into the same folder that the Typewriter.exe was created in:
• icudt53.dll, icuin53.dll, icuuc53.dll, libgcc_s_dw2-1.dll, libstdc++-6.dll, libwinpthread-1.dll, Qt5Core.dll, Qt5Gui.dll, Qt5Widgets.dll, Qt5Cored.dll, Qt5Guid.dll, Qt5Widgetsd.dll
10.  Go to the Qt install files at C:\Qt\5.4\mingw491_32\plugins\platforms and copy the file qwindows.dll into a new folder labelled “platforms” that you will create in the same folder as Typewriter.exe
11. Go to the location where the files were originally cloned to from Github and copy the folder “Fontes” into the same folder as Typewriter.exe
12. Click Typewriter.exe and the program should open up. Ctrl+1 – 9 changes fonts and Ctrl+Q quits.