text: [Themes: sci-fi]
  
  The holographic network is the network that binds every citizen, every business, on this planet. It is both a blessing and a curse. It makes it impossible to really be anonymous. Since we are included in the network every time we are reborn, giving us both name and surname at random; all the system is based in the karma credits, that you owned in your previous life. The fact of being gifted with a class higher than your Karma credits is unheard of.
  
  But you are an infant in the eyes of the whole world, so you concentrate on trying not to read the network and just watch the dumbfounded educational videos, like the rest of your school partners who are drooling with happiness watching Larimar the belly dragon and his friend, the rooster Brad.
  
  The brightly coloured game of lights flashes at high speed following the furious, sugary and sticky rhythm of this weird children's song:
  
  "Na Na. Na ... I am a pretty dragon. I want to hug you all night long."
  
  The insane rhythm makes you feel as dizzy as a drunk inside a washing machine. Still, you try to take advantage of those few moments when the robots are busy to search for information on the network. It's not as simple as it seems; these androids, with their macabre steel bare skulls, watch over you like vultures.
  
  And the catchy song sticks to your neurons like mortar, you can't even avoid humming the Na, Na Na, Na refrain. However, the actual lyrics of the children's song disappears from your mind as if trying to conceal another deeper message into it. You focus on the song until you can barely hear beneath the main song; a shrieking sound being whispered in a demonic voice:
  
  Obey us!... Submit to the eternal player
  
  > stop trying to get the info; it is too risky.
  Definitely, something fishy is going on. As soon as the holo-television is turned off, the pressure over your head remits making you feel better, at least to some extent. However, every time you look or turn around, you feel as if it were particles floating in your eyes.
  
  Something is lurking, throbbing in my skull. Am I going crazy?
  
  The three metallic skeleton androids follow you in perpetual silence scanning and monitoring you in silence. Waiting.
  
  "My eyes hurt. It is like someone's bitten me from inside!"
  
  You scream trying to pretend to be a normal child. None of the metal skeletons does nothing more than stare at you with their luminous eyes.
  
  You run to the bathroom trying to withstand this painful situation; your tired eyes sting incessantly as if you were rubbing them against sandpaper, over and over again.
  
  You cry, feeling some weird smelly stuff dripping through your face; you touch it, it is a kind of bloody mucus.
  
  You desperately outcry as you climb precariously to a small stool, rubbing your face with ice water while trying to avoid the persistent pressure on your eye nerves.
  
  I can't keep going like this. I have to do something!
  
  > say "
  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. "
  
  > Respawn
  "Why will I continue to suffer, if I can have another life from scratch? Ignorance is bliss. I'm ready, kill me." You say resting on the floor, your infant muscles can no longer. Simply thinking about another chance, relieves the damn pain in your eyes.
  
  The voice responds between scornful laughter:
  "Kill you? For what? It is much more entertaining and formative to watch live how a Whip dies and faces agony; thankfully for you, you are in the body of a child, so you won't last more than a few hours."
  
  The three androids surround you like vultures recording each and every one of your gestures with their sinister eye implants.
  
  Time is blurred in an endless loop of suffering. You begin to hear how your eyeballs begin to expand like balloons, and your sight enters a merciful blackness.
  
  Shhhhh, BOOM!
  
  The only thing you can do is cry out: "My eyes have exploded!" As you are totally blind, the only thing you can discern is that there is a kind of umbilical cord on your face covers explosion of blood and a weird goo.
  
  "The pain is gone!" You scream faintly palpating with curiosity the throbbing and soft mass on your face. You remember its silky and soft boneless structure squirming on your face. Instinctively between vomits, you know what you have in your face some kind of parasite. You can't even move already dehydrated and take care of your rancid vomit and God knows what else.
  
  "A huge worm, I had a huge worm inside my eyeballs!" You sputter before falling into the final this reincarnation dream.