Hawk had always been fascinated by new experiences. At just 25, he was already the CEO of a small but thriving AI robot business, living in a grand mansion nestled deep within an ancient forest. Despite his outward success, his mind often wandered into the unknown, particularly on the eve of his birthday—August 7, 2025, the day he officially turned 25.

That morning, as sunlight barely broke through the towering trees surrounding his home, a peculiar thought invaded his mind: death. The idea of it unsettled him, not because of the pain or finality, but because of the mystery of what lay beyond. What happened after? Was there anything at all? The sheer unknowability of death terrified him.

Sitting in his sleek, modern office overlooking the wilderness, Hawk decided to prepare for the inevitable. He wanted control, even after death. He needed to find a resting place as cold and distant as his thoughts—a place where he could be left alone with eternity. After a few hours of internet browsing, he learned that Antarctica was the coldest place on Earth, its temperature often dipping below minus 50°C.

The stark, icy wilderness appealed to him immediately. He imagined his grave hidden beneath layers of snow, untouched by time. The thought brought him a strange sense of comfort, as if the cold could shield him from whatever unknown lay beyond life.

Determined to make it happen, Hawk devised a plan. First, he needed a way to get to Antarctica when the time came. A used private jet, along with a trusted crew of experts, seemed like the most efficient option. But acquiring such resources would take time and money, more than his current business could generate in its present state.

It was settled. He would expand his AI business, grow it beyond its current limits, and secure enough wealth to fund his bizarre dream. The plan wasn’t about dying; it was about control, about setting his terms in life and in death.

The next day, Hawk woke with renewed purpose. While others his age might dream of vacations or buying luxury cars, he dreamed of a private jet, not to live lavishly, but to ensure his final wishes were carried out. Every decision, every business move he would make from now on, would be for this purpose.

And so began Hawk's unusual journey—one of life, death, and an unrelenting drive to ensure he would rest where the cold met the unknown.

The next morning, Hawk walked into his office as usual, but there was a fire in his chest. His mind buzzed with ideas and plans, but he hid the excitement from his employees. As the CEO of a small but successful AI business, he knew the importance of maintaining a calm, composed demeanor. He walked past his employees with a brief nod, heading straight to his office.

Once inside, he sat down at his large desk and stared out of the window into the dense forest that surrounded his mansion. He knew he needed to expand his plan, but everything had to be thought out wisely and properly. This was not just an adventure; it was a philosophical journey about life and death, and he wanted to do it alone. The more he thought about it, the more he realized he didn’t want his friends or family involved. They wouldn’t understand. And above all, he didn’t trust anyone easily—not even his parents.

For several minutes, Hawk pondered the idea of telling someone—someone he could trust when the time came. But as he weighed the risks, his decision became clearer. **No**, he thought. **I’ll tell someone when I’m older, maybe when I’m around 60, and only if I find someone I can truly rely on**. Hawk wasn’t the kind of man who opened up easily. His mind had always been his private sanctuary, a place where no one else could intrude.

After 30 minutes of quiet contemplation, Hawk stood up, pushed aside his thoughts, and walked out to greet his employees. "Good morning," he said with his usual calm smile, and the employees, busy with their tasks, responded in kind. The small AI business was thriving. Despite its modest size, the company employed around 500 people, and their products consistently sold out.

Hawk's business acumen ran deep in his family. For generations, the Hawks had run successful small businesses. His grandmother, a formidable woman and CEO of a highly profitable car company, had always believed in her family’s entrepreneurial potential. She had even invested 500 million in Hawk’s AI business when he started it at just 21, after years of instilling in him the values of hard work and independence.

Hawk’s father was independently wealthy, thanks to a generous gift of 1 million from Hawk’s grandmother, and his grandmother herself was one of the wealthiest women in their circle, earning 500 million every year from her position. Despite the wealth that surrounded him, Hawk prided himself on forging his own path. He could ask his grandmother for help in funding his unusual plan, but he didn’t want that. This had to be done with his own hands, using his own money.

As it stood, Hawk earned a respectable 10 million per year as the CEO, and his bank balance currently hovered around 25 million. But he knew it wasn’t enough. The private jet he wanted would cost at least 70 million, and that was just the beginning. He’d need money to hire a crew, acquire the necessary permissions for an Antarctic burial, and cover any unforeseen expenses along the way.

He calculated that it could take him five years or more to save enough, but if he expanded his business, that time could be cut in half. With that in mind, Hawk resolved to grow the company even further. He had the talent and the drive, and with the booming demand for AI solutions, it wasn’t impossible. He’d just need to focus, make the right moves, and remain patient.

Hawk knew that his plan to be buried in Antarctica was far from conventional, but that didn’t matter. This was about something much deeper than tradition or expectation. This was about controlling the end, about making his final resting place exactly how he wanted it.

As he returned to his desk, Hawk made a quiet vow to himself. Starting today, he would push his company to new heights, not for the fame or the money, but for a legacy—his own. The cold expanse of Antarctica awaited him, and he intended to meet it on his own terms.