“Daddy...will you go to Heaven?” Asked Sophie in emotional fervour.
“Ummm...Yes, of course,” Sampson replied trying to console Sophie. He had never been a religious man, and as such, he didn’t have too much to
believe in. In fact to say Sampson was afraid of dying was an understatement, He didn’t have an inkling about what was awaiting him on the other
side. Was it Heaven, Purgatory, Hell...or a vacuity of non-existence.
“Sophie?” Sampson called.
“I promise you...if there’s a way I can let you know I made it to Heaven, I will,” he replied solemnly. “I love you Sophie.”
“I love you too Daddy,” smiled Sophie, with sad eyes.
Sampson always demanded that Sophie and Josie had some time away from him. Not just to get used to life without him, but mainly because he didn’t
want them to constantly face the trauma of watching a dying man. He didn’t want their main memory of him to be that of a weak and feeble bag of
bones, like a living graveyard. He always tried to be light-hearted when he joked about being the closest living thing to a zombie, but he didn’t
want them to remember him like that.
As he lay there, listening to the quiet murmurs emanating through the walls, the tones, one soft and soothing and the other high pitched and sweet, a
last smile shone across his face as he drifted into a dream...
...An abysm opened up around him of pure white infinite perturbedness, like the sempiternal universe had distorted through an interruption of adequate
“Please wait Sir,” a receptionist like voice called out in a Tannoy sounding manner, “in a moment you will be transferred to plane of existence
2B. Thank you for your continued patience.”
“What?! Wait! Who said that?!...Am I dead?!” Sampson cried out. “ I didn’t get to say goodbye!” Sampson stood awe struck, thinking about the
possibility of his death and devastated that he had missed the opportunity to give his wife and daughter one last kiss, and if this was the afterlife
he was deeply shocked about its management. How impersonal, a Tannoy announcement in spatial nothingness.
“Sir, please remain calm. Your transfer is imminent,” the Tannoy voice rang out, “please stay within the transfer area.”
Sampson looked about him into the vast ocean of infinite inexistence. “I don’t think that will be a problem, shall I take a seat?...Oh, there is
no seat!” He snapped back sarcastically.
“Sir, it’s understandable for someone in your condition to behave in such a manner, but please bare with us, we are just experiencing some minor
technical difficulties,” the Tannoy rang out again.
“My condition? And what would that be?” Sampson snapped frustratingly. “And what do you mean minor technical difficulties? Is this some sort of
Sampson could now here two voices squabbling over the Tannoy, and they seemed to be arguing with increasing intensity.
“You fool! You’ve pressed the wrong button! That’s 1A not 2B-“
“I’m sorry...I’m new here-“
“Damn it! That’s the last time we entrust an apprentice to press a few simple buttons alone,” the Boss shouted at the apprentice. “Now we have
to deploy the drones to find this guy and send him to the right plane of existence! Do you realise the seriousness of the situation?!”
“I’m sorry, my finger slipped,” the apprentice replied, sounding rather distraught.
Sampson coughed, “Ahem...Excuse me-“
“What?!...you idiot! You left the Tannoy on! He just heard everything! I tell you the big guy is not going to be happy!” The Boss screamed
The Tannoy system screeched uncomfortably loud and then suddenly cut out. A nauseating feeling permeated through Sampson’s very soul, as his vision
and head began to spin uncontrollably. He let out a piercing scream, like a cat having it’s paw stood upon, such was his distress. When the spinning
and disorientation stopped, Sampson stood bewildered and spellbound in a magnificent and strange new world of wonder. He had awoken in the most
paramount stratum of existence. Plane 1A.....
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