The End
From Infictive
The instant you die you think "Not again!". Memories of many many lives flash before your eyes, superimposed on each other.
So many lives. Part of the big picture creeps in now. You realize you never really lived any of these lives at all. With stunning clarity you know why you reincarnate into other forms again and again, usually passing through Dept. 210. You realize that you and everyone else are just brains floating in jars in a vast warehouse somewhere. That the Great alarm has done this and it feeds off people's minds. That time is no more to these brains. You can smell your chamber where your gray lumpy self is kept. A smell of chemicals and special preservative waters. Better still. you are able to steal knowledge, not a lot but some vital knowledge of how this projected life death cycle works. Time is programmed to transpire across a series of randomized templates. Time rolls from 1900 to 2012, the year when the Great Alarm hooked up our brains and time stopped. When the clock ticks to 2012 things get glitchie and break down more. You know it's almost there. You shall try to fuck shit up this time.....
You are bolted into this new life. You hang onto these memories until third grade when they finally fade off to dreams of early youth........
But you awaken again again a curious dream. With a head still effected by brain chemicals from the R E M state you smoked a couple hits of Salvia D and you where back again to the brain in a jar between lives state. It all comes flooding back to you hard and clear.
When you come back from the salvia D trip there is a Catholic Priest in the room, screaming at you savagely.
