I got the message that my request was accepted.
I chuckled to myself. Time to start the next adventure.
I was told that if the bell rang three times, I should go to a specific hall and meet someone named HE. Don’t ask me when or how long it took. Who cares about time when you’re timeless and infinite, right? I felt the urge to go back there, but I still didn’t feel ready to leave. So, I stayed in this cycle.
The bell rang three times. I left and found the right hall.
The people I was supposed to meet were already there, waiting for me. Everything was so detailed and perfect.
HE sat at his desk, pretending not to notice me. I thought he was probably smirking at me. There were lots of files on his desk.
He said to me, “Look at all the things you’ve done. How much have you accomplished? If you had done everything I suggested, there wouldn’t be this many files left.”
I smiled sheepishly, used to this kind of talk.
Then, we got down to business.
HE: “Don’t expect too much. Your good deeds and bad deeds balance out. But there’s nothing impressive in your file.”
Me: “Maybe not last time, but this time I’ll do better, be kind, and allow me to play a good role.”
HE: “That’s what you always say. You promise to do good in the future while not doing much in the present. Today, the body and body parts we gave you are not returned in good condition. They are destroyed by addictions. Maybe it’s my fault for expecting too much from you. You should only use what’s good for you, given all the wisdom you’ve been provided with.”
Me: ……. …… ……..
HE: “I’m inputting your deeds into the supercomputer now. Let’s see what comes out.”
Me: “Okay.”
HE: kept organizing my files. A big screen appeared, showing an image.
HE: “You can choose your gender. What do you want to be?”
Me: “A boy.”
HE: “According to the data, you’ll be born into a good family in a poor or developing country. It’s not as good as being born in a rich country.”
Me: “Can we change that?”
HE: (Looking at me skeptically) If you work hard enough, maybe you could be born in a rich country.
Me: “Alright.”
An image of a man started forming on the screen. It was divided into five sections: 0 to 10, 11 to 20, 21 to 35, 36 to 50, and 50 to 75. The average-looking man didn’t seem very attractive.
HE: “This is how you’ll look.”
Me: “Can’t you make me look better?”
HE: “Then do you want to be born in a poor family? Think about it.”
Me: “Okay.”
HE: “Just remember, if there are problems later on, don’t come complaining to me.”
Me: “Got it.”
We kept talking, and every time I changed my mind, HE agreed. He showed me a big file and said, “This is our agreement. We’ll talk about it next time.” HE kindly accepted all my requests and blessed me to spend my time making others happy before disappearing.
But now, I’ve forgotten all about it and just go on with my life, complaining about what I haven’t been given.
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