I wanted to share something I wrote this morning:
The Experience
How long had it been?
100?, 100,000?, perhaps more than a million cycles?
How could you even begin to measure the passage of time in a place where time no longer exists?
How many lives had you lived? How many events had you experienced? It had to be billions.
You had seen the rise and fall of countless empires; you had witnessed the complete evolutionary chain of entire species. You'd seen the birth and
eventual death of stars and planetary systems. You had helped to create entire galaxies, and helped to destroy them.
There were no words, for amount of time you had been incarnate. You had seen everything, tasted everything, heard, listened to, felt, and experienced
EVERYTHING.
And you were tired.
"Just sign here."
The white room was empty and seemed to stretch out forever, in all directions. Meeting here was a necessity, the entities who developed this
technology were very secretive. Who wouldn't be? Their product was the most sought-after thing in the universe.
"And you are sure I won't remember ANYthing?" You ask, somewhat doubtful.
"Nothing" comes the reply.
"Please select one of the packages from the menu provided."
The screen flashed with options. Andromeda, Orion, Sirius. They all came with a hefty price tag. Portions of one's own soul.
Your soul had experienced a lot, and as such was relatively 'rich' in terms of tradable currency for these entities.
Still, some of the options were out of your price range.
"The Sol system..." you contemplate out loud.
"Oh, a very popular option. Much to experience. The entities there are, well, somewhat young in terms of their incarnations, the indigenous ones
anyway. Many of them are on their first, second or third cycles and Earth is a beautiful planet for first-time buyers."
"That sounds like a nightmare" You add.
"Isn't that what you are looking for?" They ask. Somewhat playfully.
And it was true. You ached for a new experience, to learn something new for the first time. To see the physical universe from below, rather than from
above. To fall in love, to lose that love. To learn math and listen to music. To live in the moment and fear the uncertainty of death…
"And how many 'lives' will this get me?" You hear yourself say.
"10"
"Do I get to pick the time period?"
"No, that will be chosen for you."
"What happens between these 'lives'?"
"You return here, and await your next incarnation, we will keep up appearances and offer whatever 'afterlife' experience you wish. We have a range of
gods to choose from. You can be greeted by any number of them while you wait."
You hesitate. Did you really want this? Could you really give up 50% of your soul, 50% of everything you had experienced, to these entities?
You accept the offer without even realizing you have done so.
"Thank you" says the voice, emanating from everywhere and nowhere within the empty room.
"Where am I going? You ask.
"We have selected the year 1997 for your birth, you will be alive for many incredible discoveries."
"And I won't remember anything else?
"Nothing, please enjoy your experience and remember, there are no refunds. Thank you for choosing the Orion Program."
The voice fades, the stark white room begins to fade to black and for the first time in forever, you are excited.
You are going to remember, nothing.
A tunnel of blinding light appears before you in the darkness and hesitantly you walk towards it.
"What happens now?" You ask, as the light from the tunnel envelops you.
"Isn't it obvious?" Comes the reply, now barely a whisper.
"You're about to be born."
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