For the sake of your own remaining sanity, please stop

Time was concept that could no longer be measured, minutes, hours, centuries and millenniums would pass with the bat of an eye. The Rehumanizer commenced work on building a Pod, the first mode of travel made from all natural materials (there is nothing else on this Planet other than natural materials) that he had collected over ‘Time”. The side doors on the Maserati were still guided into his body and worked as wings that became heavier and heavier with each second. “The Pod will fly me off of this orange purple planet, and then I will return to Earth and sue the Maserati Corporation for making that faulty internal hard drive that controlled the auto drive that led to this wretched state of affairs: one dead (trillions of years ago, the driver of the Range Rover) and me, The Rehumanizer with wings to heavy to lift off the ground)”. The Rehumanizer was in a reflective state of mind when he said this to himself. His Pod could never lift off the ground after completion. The Rehumanizer spent more “Time” alone here on Planet L. alone, his wings dropping heavy, the piece of junk Pod that he built no better than the Auto Drive Maserati he left back on Earth Zillions of years ago. Time.