text: [Themes: sci-fi]
  
  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. "
  
  > gauge your eyes out.
  "You don't have much time left, so do it, or don't." The voice speaks monotonously as if it were covering a tedious report.
  
  You closely look at your flutter right hand gripping the scarp precariously. It just needs a fluid incision and the pain will fade forever. After all, there are vision cybernetic implants; you will be able to see again in a few months, or a year at most.
  
  Your shattered temples engulf you in cramps and pressure. That gives you the ultimate push to do it. Your hand moves automatically while you control the rhythm of your breathing. You whisper faintly more for yourself than for the voice:
  
  "Inspire and Expire. Come on, I can do it!"
  
  Your blade pierces your left eye like a sharp hawk claw exploding a balloon filled with water.
  
  You baffled scream, there is a big white plump worm inside your right eye! you mesmerized gaze at it engulfed in beneath the jelly and the nerves of your eyeball. It has a strange metallic receptor in the place where its head should be.
  
  I don't even know what... You just puke again, feeling the acid burning through your throat.
  
  The pain is gone, but everything revolves around you at full speed; your consciousness fades as you fall to the ground in a puddle of your own blood.
  
  > ***
  "I'm dizzy. I can't see or move. Where am I, have I died again?"
  You wonder you know you're not in the same room since you feel a hard hospital mattress under your stiff body. The smell of bleach and antiseptic is comforting. And somehow you feel safe.
  
  You don't know how much time has passed your mind comes and goes between unconsciousness and a lethargic state.
  
  This time you try to concentrate your few forces by hearing nearby voices discussion something. You recognize some of those voices talking as Dr Michael and the man in the suit.
  
  "There is no doubt he's a Whip or a Messiah, it depends on who you ask." Dr Michael takes a dramatic pause before continuing. "The first since we have become aware of the nature of the true situation of this planet."
  
  "But what should we do to let him live and train him? And what happens if he condemns us all?" You don't know this female voice.
  
  "The council of Sages will have to vote what to do with him when he grows up and let us know how his education has gone. And we pray for not making mistakes in our election."
  
  "It seems that the little rascal is awake. You are certainly a clever bastard, I give you that." Dr Michael responds with laughter. "I would love to answer your questions but it would be in vain. Due that we conveniently designed the process to recover you from the injury, in a way that it implies erase your last day's memories. Now, it's time for you to sleep..."
  
  > Dreams about another life
  Less than a month ago, you in another life
  
  You stunningly look at your old adult body. As if everything were again as you remember.
  
  The Neon lights shine on a puddle of motor oil on the pavement of the red light district, while robot furries stroll naked looking for customers for their evening orgy put up speed and devil's pee..
  
  Shit! This is the day I died!
  
  You walk away with a confident but strange step, you have your blaster firmly attached to your waist, and you can deal with any undesirable that wants to steal your merchandise.
  
  Your clientele was mostly Teens in the last year of high school from silver or gold caste, in search of drugs to overcome shyness or become beasts in bed. It was not a difficult job.
  
  You observe from the outside of you how you used to be, and at the same time, it is and is not as you remember. There is a strange glow in your eyes, an aggressive stance you don't remember.
  
  A group of chat messages appears in a corner of your vision. Something you don't remember from your other life ...
  
  Romangod34: "This character is very boring, doubt. I thought being a Pusher drug dealer will be all about free sex, and blowing up helicopters like in GTA 69!"
  
  XXXEdgelordXXX: "I'm playing in the middle of a nymph nurses orgy. Advantages of being Gold, the premium account come as a gift with the new sexbot Katie the busty maid."
  
  Romangod34: "Now, I have to buy a sexbot, but my father is totally against using robots for fucking. He says that with seven young slaves we have enough. Shit dude. I'm going to log off. AFK"
  
  You or the person you were a month ago are frozen in the spot about a microsecond; then, your previous self just starts to walk with the swag you remember, humming that old song, you liked so much, almost as if you were a totally different person to the once you watched minutes ago.
  
  This has to be a dream. It cannot be true. I was in control of my life!
  
  You look around again, seeing how each of the citizens have commands and chats, binding their actions and movements as if each of them were puppets on a children's theatre.
  
  > Don't want to see more.
  I don't want to face this shit! Start over, live in ignorance. Anything is better than seeing helplessly as day after day the people around me are controlled and annihilated.
  
  Your eyes open, you are surprised that you can see. Your face, everything seems to be in order as if it were all a dream. The remains of your fight with the worm are evident after wandering around the floor; it wasn't a nightmare.
  
  A pop up of commands appears in front of you with strange misplaced symbols. Almost, as if it were the result of a glitch. They clearly show you 2 options. Forget and be a normal person without knowledge of reality and your past lives. Or kill yourself and start all over again with another respawn from scratch.
  
  Or I die or I kill my own personality and all my memories, that is another kind of death. A deep sigh is the only sound heard in the silent room
  
  What the hell am I going to do?
  
  > Forgot
  Forget, what I have to forget? You start to cry, demanding the attention of those shiny mechanical beings. "I WANT CEREALS. GIVE ME CEREALS! Now!" kicking on the floor like the child you really are now.