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I suppose you're wondering why you're here.
Not just metaphorically, I mean.
You're here because I picked you. Out of a crowd of other poorly dressed losers barely managing to dance to tired, dull, repetitive music. Really, when I was your age, we had music. We danced.
But I digress.
Metaphorically, you're here because your parents fucked. Hrm. That's not much of a metaphor, I suppose. But you can't complain, can you? Because of the gag, that is.
You're here because I picked you, to talk to about this life, and the next one.
I suppose you think that means I'm either going to kill you or proselytize to you. I suppose, given your current circumstances, the latter seems rather extreme. What kind of religious nut would go around abducting people, tying them to old boilers and rant at them about the Almighty?
Well... there's me. It's not like religious nutters tend to have newsletters to keep in touch. Other then "The Watchtower".
I have this theory, you see. It goes something like this. You, me, the girl you were dancing with, everyone in that club, everyone in the world... we're dead. This is Hell.
Think about it. Do you know anyone who has a job they like, a family they get along with, all their dreams and hopes realized? I realize that's a rather tenuous connection to make that we're all in Hell, but think about it. The world gets worse every day. No one gives a shit. There are more crazy people and homeless people and just altogether fucked up people every day.
Oh sure, there are some people who seem to have it all. Athletes and movie stars and politicians. But they can't seem to last very long before getting fucked up on drugs, or causing wars, or driving their cars into trees. There's so much more room to fall when you're at the top.
Now, I can see the question in your eyes? Will I let you go? No, not yet.
But the other question was there too. If we're already dead, and we're in Hell, what happens when we die? We just get reborn, as a baby, to live this all over again. Learning how to not shit our pants, how to walk, how to suffer. Maybe you'll be reborn sometime in what we, you and I, consider the past. Or the future, or right now.
But I have this idea on how to break the cycle. If I explain this to enough people, and you have to admit, this isn't something that would work in a seminar setting, or even on a streetcorner... this is more of a one-on-one thing. If I explain it to enough people, when those people die, they'll remember it in their next life, and try to make things better.
Or, I suppose, hunt me down and fuck me with knives and drillbits.
Still, no experiment is without risks.
So, you see, I have to kill you now. For science.
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Author's note: Amazing what fucked up things will come out of my brain when I'm bored at work, yes?
Not just metaphorically, I mean.
You're here because I picked you. Out of a crowd of other poorly dressed losers barely managing to dance to tired, dull, repetitive music. Really, when I was your age, we had music. We danced.
But I digress.
Metaphorically, you're here because your parents fucked. Hrm. That's not much of a metaphor, I suppose. But you can't complain, can you? Because of the gag, that is.
You're here because I picked you, to talk to about this life, and the next one.
I suppose you think that means I'm either going to kill you or proselytize to you. I suppose, given your current circumstances, the latter seems rather extreme. What kind of religious nut would go around abducting people, tying them to old boilers and rant at them about the Almighty?
Well... there's me. It's not like religious nutters tend to have newsletters to keep in touch. Other then "The Watchtower".
I have this theory, you see. It goes something like this. You, me, the girl you were dancing with, everyone in that club, everyone in the world... we're dead. This is Hell.
Think about it. Do you know anyone who has a job they like, a family they get along with, all their dreams and hopes realized? I realize that's a rather tenuous connection to make that we're all in Hell, but think about it. The world gets worse every day. No one gives a shit. There are more crazy people and homeless people and just altogether fucked up people every day.
Oh sure, there are some people who seem to have it all. Athletes and movie stars and politicians. But they can't seem to last very long before getting fucked up on drugs, or causing wars, or driving their cars into trees. There's so much more room to fall when you're at the top.
Now, I can see the question in your eyes? Will I let you go? No, not yet.
But the other question was there too. If we're already dead, and we're in Hell, what happens when we die? We just get reborn, as a baby, to live this all over again. Learning how to not shit our pants, how to walk, how to suffer. Maybe you'll be reborn sometime in what we, you and I, consider the past. Or the future, or right now.
But I have this idea on how to break the cycle. If I explain this to enough people, and you have to admit, this isn't something that would work in a seminar setting, or even on a streetcorner... this is more of a one-on-one thing. If I explain it to enough people, when those people die, they'll remember it in their next life, and try to make things better.
Or, I suppose, hunt me down and fuck me with knives and drillbits.
Still, no experiment is without risks.
So, you see, I have to kill you now. For science.
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Author's note: Amazing what fucked up things will come out of my brain when I'm bored at work, yes?