I'd finally solved the mystery of whether there was life after death. There was. And I only had to die to find out.
I'd been ill for years, progressively getting worse. Bad diet, smoking, and no exercise led to my poor health. I'd developed COPD, emphysema, diabetes, sleep Apnea, Congestive Heart Failure, AFIB, and Neuropathy. As my conditions worsened, my mobility suffered. Eventually, I lived hooked to machines, a nasal cannula to provide oxygen, a heart monitor and a pulse oxiters. They dispensed dicines like candy; I needed sixteen prescriptions and twice daily insulin injections to combat the ravages of these illnesses.
My sister beca my caretaker as my illnesses progressed. She provided als, helped with bathing, and other daily living essentials. Ho health nursing provided lab testing, examinations, and wound care. But for day-to-day support, she was my lifeline. This lasted for years until she developed a virulent form of cancer. The disease ravaged her body quickly, and within months of being diagnosed, she succumbed and died.
Her death devastated . I ca from a large family, nine of us five boys and four girls, I often joked that my mother wanted to field her own baseball team. I was the oldest, after the death of the eldest sister, our youngest sister stepped up and agreed to help take care of my daily living requirents.
It worked and solidified my absolute faith and devotion towards my family.
The cliche about life flashing before your eyes is real, it's very similar to the best 3D movie experience you've ever had. mories replay irrespective of ti, and for that one mont, that one second between life and death, the passage of ti is immutable.
Is this reflexion real? Perhaps this human ability to review and treasure those mories is an instinctive reflex to cling to the known. To argue about the unfairness of death. Or perhaps it's the last chemical reaction of a dying brain.
But in that second, as it happens, no matter the reason. It was real.
Reflection and understanding of what I had endured occur as events both joyous and painful replayed in full technicolor glory.
Learning to ride a bike. Christmas. That first romance, the excitent, and the fear during that first date, combining until a culmination of that perfect mont which leads to your first kiss, your first love.
It is the small monts of joy you rember. Earning your first paycheck. Buying your first car.
The birth of brothers, sisters, nieces, and nephews.
And the sorrows. Those monts that seed so unfair. Death, disease, pain, and loss.
Granted, nobody said life was fair, but my life seed less fair than others. Even from a very early age matters of fairness and equality were subsud by my experiences and environnt. Fairness wasn't involved when you are raised in poverty, never certain if Food assistance would stretch to feed our growing family each month.
Second-hand clothes, salvaged from thrift stores or collected by dumpster diving. The glances we received, often a mix of scorn and pity. And the judgnt. That sohow we were less because we ca from poverty.
That we deserved our fate.
It's strange what you rember of your life.
The bad things that happened, ford the person you would beco. They allowed you to build a bedrock of strength and stability or destroyed you.
I survived my childhood because we lived with my Grandmother, a woman I adored. Our poverty and the issues of bigotry and social stigma that we faced simply because of this were familiar. They were the truth of our existence, and since I didn't know any other life, they made sense.
I understood in the way a child does that sotis dinner was bread and butter sandwiches, that cockroaches were to be found in cupboards, and that material possessions like bicycles were owned by other people.
Our neighbor was a violent drunk, and most nights the sounds of his anger, as he abused his wife and children, or as he pounded on walls, broke dishes, and destroyed furniture were the songs that filled my dreams at night. As young as five these sounds were the white noise, the background that existed in my neighborhood.
I'm not sure when I recognized the dangers that existed as he pounded on walls and scread in fury, but at so point, I understood what those noises were and beca afraid.
My entire childhood seed filled with fear, fear that soone at so point would finally decide to kill . Fear that we would be taken from our ho. Fear that we would be separated. And fear that the belief of others, that we sohow deserved our fate, would beco a self-fulfilling prophecy.
But there was also love. My grandmother adored . She doted on , and I loved her fiercely. Her death was included in the film reel that was my life. Poignant and heart-wrenching. But even here mories of her love fought back the clouds of despair and sadness.
My younger sister and I playing together, enjoying the simple pleasures that fresh air, sunshine, and blissful ignorance could produce. Our joy as more and more brothers and sisters joined our family, regardless of the consequence. Pride in our accomplishnts.
My brothers and sisters were my comforts and support. All of them flawed, coming from a dysfunctional ho the flaws were ingrained. But even as flawed as we were, we supported, trusted, and cared for each other. No matter what madness the world introduced, we knew that we could depend on each other. That there was a bedrock of stability and support that we would find simply by reaching out to each other.
Ultimately, it wasn't my joy or sorrow that defined my life.
In the end, it isn't about what you receive but what you give. And I'd been blessed with a generous spirit. Giving and nurturing ca easily for .
Taking over the responsibility of raising my younger brother and sisters when our Mother fought depression and alcoholism. Giving up scholarships and d school when my teenage sister was hit by an uninsured motorist to get a job and earn money to help pay for surgeries she required. Charities. Food drives for the poor. Volunteering at hospitals and soup kitchens. And finally earning a degree in nursing to satiate that desire to heal that had beco an obsession since my sister's accident.
And laughter. Making use of my intelligence and humor to delight and amuse those I encountered. Great belly laughs that made it hard to breathe and had your face turning blue as tears stread down your cheeks and you gasped for air.
The laughter and joy of others is the last mory you are left with as you review your life.
My death was hard.
I did not go gentle into that good night. I railed and fought. Begging and fighting, afraid to die, afraid to live as I slowly drowned in my own fluids. My battle with death lasted days, but as I took my last breath, as I exhaled and finished the review of my life, the universe seed to inhale.
And I was finally at peace.
Briefly.
I was catapulted out of my body. An amorphous shape of light and dark. Hurtling through space, through ti, through dinsions, through realities. I never saw a tunnel or a white light. There were no pearly gates. There was only and movent.
[Translocation Complete]
The blackness and nothingness that I experienced along with the sense of movent ended. I knew the normal senses of sight, sound and touch did not apply, but sohow, I perceived my surroundings. A miasma of color and movent. Rolling waves of ambiguity, swirling in patterns of non-conformity and dissonance.
[Evaluating.]
I heard the voice. Hearing not exactly the right sense. I heard it as in I experienced it. The sound creating a vibration that seed to resonate and refine my perspective, to allow to interpret and understand that I was the focus of this discussion, that at this mont the attention of the Universe or God was directed entirely at .
[Subject has a Karmic balance of 17,980, and a matter to energy balance of 2,450,000]
[Converting...]
[Rounding...]
[The subject has been awarded 52,500 character creation points]
[Character creation initialized]
[Please select between science, techno-magic, or steampunk world environnts]
"What the fu.." I started to say, catching myself, afraid of what could happen if the entity speaking beca offended.
"I an what's going on? Who are you?"
[I am SYSTEM]
[An arbiter of rules and laws that govern the multiple Universes. I separate order from chaos, and enforce the laws of physics and magic, the Universal constants that govern all.]
"You're God?"
[No]
[I am SYSTEM, the frawork, rules, and forces that Universal truths are built upon, I interpret these constants, and act to shape existence conforms to those primal imperatives]
[I have existed from the beginning, before creation, before the divine spark spoke the command to begin]
[Eternity, Ti, Infinity, Life, Death, and System constructs that exist before and will exist when the Divine commands the multi-verse to stop]
[In every permutation of creation and destruction, I exist and will exist; past, present, and future. I am immutable and unchangeable]
I realized that it had simplified the SYSTEM explanation, ford concepts into words and imagery that I could barely understand. I was a single soul in all the trillions and zillions of individuals that were born and died every minute of infinity. I would never really understand the forces involved.
SYSTEM may not be God, but It may as well have been. Its tasks seed similar.
Order and Chaos.
Shepherding souls to their next life.
Managing the systems, rules, and laws that all the worlds in all the Universes, in every dinsion and multi-verse entailed.
Seed pretty Godlike to .
Once I admitted I would never really understand the secrets of existence, I decided to instead focus on the pronouncent SYSTEM had originally made that most affected , "You ntioned character creation? What do you an by character creation?" I asked.
[Your existence in Universe sub-level 2,834,789 has ended]
[You have been evaluated and based on the Karmic and energy balance you gained during that existence you have been awarded creation points that will allow you to reincarnate into a higher Universal Sub-level]
[Your balance allows you to transition to Universe 1,298,742, 1,298,743, or 1,298,744]
[Entities that exist in these Universes follow rules and constructs that are vastly different from those from the sub-level you have left]
[Life forms from your mythology exist in these realms]
[Because of your high character creation points, it allows you certain advantages. You do not have to begin life as an infant, you have the choice to enter your new life as an adult with skills, mories, and experiences that you select during the creation process or carry over from your previous life]
"Karmic and energy balance? What are those?"
[Karmic balance is computed based on the good and evil you accomplished in your life, and the evil that was done to you]
[Your generosity with money, love of family, and selflessness to co-workers and friends gave you positive balance]
[Your gluttony, neglect, and indifference gave you negative balance]
[Finally, evil karma done to you by other people generated positive karmic balance for you and a negative balance for them]
[The most character creation points I assign for this segnt of the Universe is 75,000 points.
I've allowed you all of your Karmic balance and 1.4 percent of your energy balance]
"Energy Balance? That is computed based on the evil done to ?"
[Essentially]
[But only because of your Karmic Balance]
[If your balance had been below a certain threshold or negative, the energy balance conversion would have been set to null]
"So does everyone reincarnate? Will I et people I knew?"
[Yes, all life-forms evolve and reincarnate]
[But, it is doubtful that you will et past associates, the chances those life-forms earned the sa amount of creation points and used those points earned to gain entrance into these specific realms is so small as to approach impossible]
"You said I'd rember my past life?"
[Possibly, that depends on the character, skills, and perks you select during creation]
"What is the difference between the three Universes?"
[I can compare the distinction between Universes to so of your previous experience.
Based on your current understanding you would consider the difference to be futuristic Science fiction, Victorian Steampunk, or a blend of science and magic, and Techno-magic. The science realm is governed by the rules of science and has evolved following Laws of Physics you are familiar with.
The Techno-magic realm follows the rules of magic and has evolved industry and sciences that power inventions using magic. The Steampunk realm is like those fantasy novels and gas you are familiar with, a blend of alchemy, magic, and early industrial science]
[All are populated by countless species and races, with one profound and essential difference, homo sapiens did not evolve to beco the primary species in any of these Universes]
"How advanced are these realms? And how do they differ from the world I know?"
[In your past life, you read or played gas based on the shared dreamscapes of all multi-verses.
The creation of these books and gas were influenced by universal bleed over. Imaginations sparked by creatures that exist in other worlds and planes of existence]
[When testing you, for assignnt to a new realm, I choose Universes that you would be familiar with based on your past interests. Each Universe follows similar rules and logic that exist in ga-worlds you have played]
[You will gain levels, skills, spells, psi abilities, and perks as you advance with a System interface to acknowledge accomplishnts]
"So, when you die you spend eternity playing computer gas?"
[Eternity?]
[No]
[The next evolution in your existence]
[A simplistic assumption, but not an invalid comparison]
[Although you will not be 'playing' a ga, your perception will often equate these realities to the gaplay you have experienced]
[You will be guided by rules very similar to those computer gas]
"Will I have a re-spawn ability? I an if it's like a ga will I be functionally immortal?"
[One of the perks you can choose at creation will allow you to re-spawn]
[This ability is not infinite and is available only once per solar cycle]
[If you die with no re-spawns available, you will re-enter the cycle of reincarnation. It is doubtful that you would return here]
[Immortality is a separate concept.
[There are long-lived races, races that live thousands and tens of thousands of years]
[If you choose one of those races, you could live for a very long ti, but only Universal TRUTHS are forever. All things end]
"Can you suggest or tell which one out of the three realms would be most suitable for ?"
[Analyzing...]
[Based on your interests in your past life, the Techno-Magic realm would be most suitable.
You have a well-grounded understanding of magic, leveling, and the mythologies so should adapt well to real-world considerations]
[Further, this Universe has anities and technologies you are familiar with]
[That said, with the correct character build you would do well in any of the Universes available for you to choose from]
I paused a mont, trying to understand if the entity I was speaking with would have any reason to deceive . If I assud there were reason and intelligence behind the Universe, and obviously, there was because I was speaking to what was for all intents and purposes that individual, that did not an that this 'entity' was benevolent.
Unfortunately, what choice did I have?
I was either in a morphine-induced hallucination still alive and dreaming this entire encounter, or I was dead, and this was Judgnt day.
I'd earned enough character creation points to roll a character and begin a new life. Not the worse reward after living a miserable life.
Making my decision was easy, I realized that my choice had beco binary.
Either I trusted this entity's recomndation, or I didn't.
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