Finding the Plant

You hang on, and you see your life flash before your eyes. "____!" "You are on an ______" "What are you _______ here ______?" "Nothing gets ______ my ______." "I will _____ ______ of _______." You are lost in a flurry of memories that seem redacted. Why are you lost in your mind? You don't even remember your own name. You brace yourself to get impacted. You're going to die. You're going to lose. Your story will end very shortly. Is it worth living just to feel pain?