CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
So this was what it was like to die, he thought. It was different than he had expected. What had he expected? He didn't know. He tried not to think about death. But here it was, killing him. Not much else to think of.
What can my last thought be, he wondered. Something appropriate...how about, PLEASE DON'T LET ME DIE, GOD! He laughed. On the inside. He couldn't laugh on the outside anymore. There were a lot of things he couldn't do. He was dying, a piece at a time. Parts of him were disappearing. That was what death was. You just disappear, piece by piece, until there's nothing. It would be just like going to sleep, he thought.
Time to go to sleep.
Of course, when you go to sleep, you know you're going to wake up, don't you? Hmm. He tried to remember lying in bed, wanting to sleep. He just wanted to stop, he wanted non-existence, when he wanted to sleep. There really was no thought of waking. This would be true sleep. No waking. No nothing.
He wished he could still see, so he could look at his family. Or at least still hear. He wished he could still feel his wife's hand in his. When did that leave?
Was he already dead?
"Welcome," came a voice. It wasn't a voice, but he couldn't think of another word.
"Am I gone?" he said. Thought. He thought it. Except it didn't feel like thinking anymore. It felt different. He was pure thought, but he could feel himself breaking apart. It scared him.
"This is the afterlife," said the voice. "There isn't anytime to explain. You must..."
"I'M BREAKING APART!"
"Don't fight it. It is natural. You will become one with the Universe, one with us. Collected."
"Is it...Heaven?"
"Some think of it that way. The truth is, a lot of us simply got together and decided to create a proper afterlife."
"Will I lose my identity?"
"You will lose nothing and gain much."
"I'm not ready!"
"You must do it now. Give in. You can feel it is right."
He could. It felt more right than anything he'd ever experienced before. Yet he was still scared. He tried to hold himself together. He thought against the feeling, the beautiful feeling...wait, why we had fighting? It was fading! The voice was gone, the other presence, that beautiful other presence...oh no, what had he done?
He was whole. And he had a body again. A cold, metal body.
"What am I?" he said, in a voice that was not his own.
"YOU ARE MINE," said a cruel voice, which came from all around. "YOU SERVE ME."
"I was dead..."
"You are MINE."
"I was dead! I was going to Heaven!"
"You fool! You rejected Heaven! You were too little, too small, it so large...there are many like you. You held yourself together too long. You should have listened to the voice."
"What happened to me?"
"I caught you. I can catch idividuals in the afterlife and take them here. Put them in a new body...a body of iron."
"I'm a robot!"
"You are a soldier. You will fight for me, to take control of the Universe. Soon we shall have enough souls. Until then...you shall wait."
"NOOOOOOOOO!"
What can my last thought be, he wondered. Something appropriate...how about, PLEASE DON'T LET ME DIE, GOD! He laughed. On the inside. He couldn't laugh on the outside anymore. There were a lot of things he couldn't do. He was dying, a piece at a time. Parts of him were disappearing. That was what death was. You just disappear, piece by piece, until there's nothing. It would be just like going to sleep, he thought.
Time to go to sleep.
Of course, when you go to sleep, you know you're going to wake up, don't you? Hmm. He tried to remember lying in bed, wanting to sleep. He just wanted to stop, he wanted non-existence, when he wanted to sleep. There really was no thought of waking. This would be true sleep. No waking. No nothing.
He wished he could still see, so he could look at his family. Or at least still hear. He wished he could still feel his wife's hand in his. When did that leave?
Was he already dead?
"Welcome," came a voice. It wasn't a voice, but he couldn't think of another word.
"Am I gone?" he said. Thought. He thought it. Except it didn't feel like thinking anymore. It felt different. He was pure thought, but he could feel himself breaking apart. It scared him.
"This is the afterlife," said the voice. "There isn't anytime to explain. You must..."
"I'M BREAKING APART!"
"Don't fight it. It is natural. You will become one with the Universe, one with us. Collected."
"Is it...Heaven?"
"Some think of it that way. The truth is, a lot of us simply got together and decided to create a proper afterlife."
"Will I lose my identity?"
"You will lose nothing and gain much."
"I'm not ready!"
"You must do it now. Give in. You can feel it is right."
He could. It felt more right than anything he'd ever experienced before. Yet he was still scared. He tried to hold himself together. He thought against the feeling, the beautiful feeling...wait, why we had fighting? It was fading! The voice was gone, the other presence, that beautiful other presence...oh no, what had he done?
He was whole. And he had a body again. A cold, metal body.
"What am I?" he said, in a voice that was not his own.
"YOU ARE MINE," said a cruel voice, which came from all around. "YOU SERVE ME."
"I was dead..."
"You are MINE."
"I was dead! I was going to Heaven!"
"You fool! You rejected Heaven! You were too little, too small, it so large...there are many like you. You held yourself together too long. You should have listened to the voice."
"What happened to me?"
"I caught you. I can catch idividuals in the afterlife and take them here. Put them in a new body...a body of iron."
"I'm a robot!"
"You are a soldier. You will fight for me, to take control of the Universe. Soon we shall have enough souls. Until then...you shall wait."
"NOOOOOOOOO!"
