Life has been good to me lately. At least it should have been. I bought a California lottery ticket and won. Not the five dollar "consolation" prize, but the million dollar jackpot! Running out of the shell station, I failed to notice the eighteen wheeler gunning at me. That's how I went splat. Imagine smashing peas for a small baby, and then imagine me. The only difference was that I wasn't green. Whereas peas are delicious, I wouldn't be anyone's idea of a meal. At least, I had the satisfaction knowing the trucker was dead. Who could survive an eighty mile crash while being sleep? I guess being a drunk driver is better than being a tired one.

The weekend before, I was an engineering student attending university. My dorm mate and I had finished our final exams as Freshmen. The math wasn't too ridiculous, calculus being a general ed course. Unlike other students going to parties and drinking themselves to death, we had little opportunity as scholarship students. We needed to use precious free time to make money. Not that we truly faced any significant hardship.

Damn, being dead is strange. I can remember right before I was hit but nothing about bleeding out. Probably an instantaneous death, eh? Well... not like my parents would fare any better either way. I can imagine the phone call, with my mother screaming. Probably angry rather than sad. One of twelve died. It was inevitable in her mind. My Dad would look sad for a couple of days and get back to work, since we didn't have the closest relationship. My sibling would feel the brunt of the sorrow, but being young I could count on them moving on.

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On another note, where was I? White painted tiles lined the walls, with cement flooring. A mattress sat in the corner, and a dim lamp lit the room. No door could be seen. Before I can fully take in the view, a dark figure appeared. A cold chill ran down my spine as the formless smoke like creature drifted towards me.

"Death cause: 918. Karma level 5- Scanning for anomalies- non detected..."

"Can you help me?" I replied. Not understanding the entity's gibberish.

"initiating the soul recycling act 5... 4..."

Looking back at my life, I realized that not being religious may have led to the creepy, grim reaper like creature walking towards me. The approaching figure continued onward. "Amm-m I go-in-ng into hell?" I stutter as the room's temperature physically dropped. Wow, did not expect Hell to be cold, but did this count as hell? No response, guess I'll try again.

"3... 2.."

"Pleaase answer me."

"1... 0... process ready: erasing memory now"

"The fuck?" I yell trying desperately to escape the phantom. “Erasing memory”. I don't want any of that. There was nothing I could do. My body was experiencing hypothermia. I felt sleepy, ready to accept whatever happens to me beyond the white room. My eyes closed only able to make out a few final words.

"Error/:memory suction failed mental-link-closed() commencing soul transfer to world B-24, Arth"