Phoenix Whip

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 our World system. We call them The whips of Phoenix's sun; you are a Catalyst that leads to the Apocalypse or new golden age. Many of those who know how these works prefer you dead You are incognito variable fucking with our society balance.

"But I can be of use, why would you throwing away a very profitable asset?" You say trying to maintain a serene tone despite the agony you are going through. The only way to overcome this situation is to look smart and of use for the mysterious people behind the voice.

"Hmmm, certainly the Whips have created the system in which we now live, The 3 social classes (nobles, geniuses or intellectuals and the peasants). However, It is also true that it was another Whip who caused the last nuclear war that purged billions. "

It's getting harder and harder for you to stay calm when you feel your head pressing as if it were a bomb about to explode: "I don't intend to destroy the world. I just want my head to stop hurting."

The voice ponders a little bit of before of responding to you "There is a sharp scalpel in the bath cabinet. Grab it. 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, Whip. "

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