Adam Monroe

Hiro's fingers gently caress his scalp. After a few minutes, he begins to actually massage, every once in a while tugging his hair gently to stimulate more nerves. He's lost in thought, wondering for the millionth time what it must be like to live forever. He can't really imagine it. All those days gone by, seeing so many changes not from the perspective of reading about them at a later date, but actually living through them. How so many countries have changed their names, their borders. At least he won't be alone in the future. He has others now who have his ability.