Phoenix Whip
I want it to stop! Stop this agony
This is your only thought, you seek with the obsession of a drug addict something you can introduce into your eyes and relieve the eternal itching of your cornea. You struggle to reach the top of the bathroom cabinet; thankfully, you glimpse in the bottom shelf of the drug cabinet, a scarp.
It makes no sense, any of this. Who would put sharp blades within reach of an infant?
Your instinct tells you that, this is a test of some kind. They may suspect your skills and want to drive you crazy.
But first, there is something you want to do, the people watching you, they are going to hear you: "I know that you know, what is weird in me, so why don't you cut this crap before I end up dead and my special case lost. "
A synthetic voice from the holoprojector's speakers answers with a sardonic giggle:
"What makes you believe that we are really interested in having someone who remembers other lives? That is very presumptuous of you. Cases like yours happen from time to time in the system. We call them, The whips of Phoenix's sun; you are a Catalyst, that leads to the Apocalypse, or a new golden age. Many of those who know how this world really is prefer seen the whips dead. You are a nobody, fucking with the system." The voice stops and maliciously laughs. Then, it continues its speech:
"Your election is or respawn, becoming a normal inhabitant without memories of other lives or taking both eyes and face the hard truth; In the end, everything is as simple as that."
The unknown voice's tone is now deep and dry, fatalistic, even. But, you feel in your guts, that it is the truth. Can you face what it takes to survive or will you take the easy route?
This is your only thought, you seek with the obsession of a drug addict something you can introduce into your eyes and relieve the eternal itching of your cornea. You struggle to reach the top of the bathroom cabinet; thankfully, you glimpse in the bottom shelf of the drug cabinet, a scarp.
It makes no sense, any of this. Who would put sharp blades within reach of an infant?
Your instinct tells you that, this is a test of some kind. They may suspect your skills and want to drive you crazy.
But first, there is something you want to do, the people watching you, they are going to hear you: "I know that you know, what is weird in me, so why don't you cut this crap before I end up dead and my special case lost. "
A synthetic voice from the holoprojector's speakers answers with a sardonic giggle:
"What makes you believe that we are really interested in having someone who remembers other lives? That is very presumptuous of you. Cases like yours happen from time to time in the system. We call them, The whips of Phoenix's sun; you are a Catalyst, that leads to the Apocalypse, or a new golden age. Many of those who know how this world really is prefer seen the whips dead. You are a nobody, fucking with the system." The voice stops and maliciously laughs. Then, it continues its speech:
"Your election is or respawn, becoming a normal inhabitant without memories of other lives or taking both eyes and face the hard truth; In the end, everything is as simple as that."
The unknown voice's tone is now deep and dry, fatalistic, even. But, you feel in your guts, that it is the truth. Can you face what it takes to survive or will you take the easy route?