I simply "exist".
I feel like I am somewhere. I am conscious.
I just lack any senses, it is just thoughts.
Within this limbo, I suddenly hear a voice. It was not the language I could understand.
"Remarkable. This quality. It even looks like despite being in a state of reincarnation, you can hear me. Totally conscious. Oh, looks like you cannot understand the language of the gods. Let me fix that."
As if the information was already known, I suddenly have any language known flow in my brain.
"This would have killed you if you were normal, but this quality is just insane! I will have so much fun doing stuff!".
"Stop experimenting with me!"
"Oh? You cannot talk, but don't worry, I can still understand what you are trying to say.
Let me say this though, you are currently in a state of reincarnation. You have died in your old world. And I have to abide by the rules and remove your memory before sending you to a different world."
"You will not take my memory from me!"
"Sorry, already did."
I try to remember, but it is true. I slightly remember the planet I am from. But the names of my family, my job, my school. Everythin is like a blank calendar of the past. I know it happened, but not what happened.
I hear the being in front of me sigh.
"Listen, there are four things what could happen after death.
1: you were a bad person, and go to hell.
2: you were a good person, and go to heaven.
"Do they exist? Yes and no. Basically these places are a made up concept of your mind, in where it traps your consciousness to preserve your soul after death. This is however, not the work of gods. And the prerequisite to get there, is to 'believe' in a religion."
3: Your power, connection and longing to stay in a world is stronger than your body made of flesh, creating a soul without a vessel. This causes the soul to actually survive. Your world knows these beings as ghosts.
And lastly, 4: You either were not necessarily good or bad, or you do not believe in a religion. Your soul leaves the previous world, and gets picked up by the "system". And this system is both my iob, and my playground.
Now guess which number you belong to?"
"Obviously 4".
"Ding ding! Correct!"
Man this being starts to annoy me.
"I am dissapointed in that you think so. Regardless, I am responsible for the souls of number 4. And while I can send them to their next destination, I have a hobby to creare something your world calls "OC's". Basically, the better the quality of a soul, the more points I can use to 'change' them to suit their role in the new world more."
I cannot escape this fate? Or I cannot at least ask for some stuff?
"Ahh, the negotiator.
Well, I could have a go with your suggestion. But there are a kot of restrictions for me as well. Mainly the amount of things I have to change, and the power I give is stronger when I crwate something which is kind of linked to someones death. But this is broad, like last thoughts or wishes.
Anyways, time is running iut, so if you want to request something, do it now."
"Despite having lost my memories, I know that I loved to learn. Please let me keep my experiences connected to my soul. Even if there are no memories."
"Done, now if you will excuse me, I got some tinkering to do. I will make you lose your consciousness, because changing someones soul is something that I have not done with a conscious being yet. I don't know what kind of pain it could bring."
Fair enough. I thought while feeling a wave of exhaustion entering my very being. Before losing consciousness I still hear him say one thing.
"Ahh, so marvelous. For sure I can create another ancestor."
From that point on, everything faded to black once again.