“Wh where am I?”

As I said this I looked around and saw that I was standing on a island, the layout of it makes it seem like something you would see in a postcard. Near the center of the island are 2 two trees that resembled palm trees and on these trees were a total of five coconut like objects.

3 were bigger than the common coconut being about as large as a basketball the color of them were pitch black, perfectly smooth exterior. The next one was about the same size as a normal coconut, also black but not smooth like the other 3, no this one was stranger than the last 3. It almost looked like someone held it with both hand on two end and started turning with untold strength, but instead of breaking or snapping it twisted. With some sides protruding slightly others greatly indented it looked unnatural.

The last one was the most eye checking of them all, the smallest of them all only about the size of a lemon. From where it meant the steam it was a dark grey with almost a mesh of other shades of grey some brighter almost white and on the other side of the steam unlike the mesh of colors near the steam this had, but one color a black so deep that there would be no hope for any other color to trespass on its domain.

Like the last one this also looked twisted but unlike the last it did not look unnatural it was perfectly spherical, the twist were perfectly equal none protruding more than the other, the look it has is of a ball of rubber bands that was fused together. Tight, compacted but if one thing happened it would explode.

   After having my attention on the two trees for an untold time, I finally ripped my gaze away from the coconuts like objects. I then took a look around the rest of the island. The sand of the island looked like plain old sand, so I looked beyond the sand to where I thought the ocean would be, but instead of water I saw nothing but blackness as far as I could see and in this blackness every now and then there would be a school of fish some are big schools others are small, some have nothing but a few huge fish and yet these few are the same size as the mass clusters of tiny fish but one thing was the same they were all swimming in patterns rotating around a single object an almost flower shaped  object that was too far away to quite make out.

After also looking at this for an untold time I saw there is a Single seemingly shallow pond of water in the center of the island that had a few flowers surrounding it. The flowers at the steam were perfectly clear and as it got closer to the stigma it changed colors seemingly getting brighter and taking on a slight shade of either, red, blue, green, purple or even white and scattered among them were a few dead ones that were a shallow black almost grey. That gave off the felling of coldness. As the color got farther away from the stigma towards the petals the deeper the color was finally ending in an almost black shade of the color.

I walked over to the pond a few paces away and looked down into it. The water was so clear that no matter how I tried I could not see any imperfection not a speck of sand or anything else in it, but yet at the same time no matter how long I stared, I could not see the bottom. So I crouched down on my knees and extend my hand and as I was just about to touch the surface.

“I would not touch that if I were you one misstep and you could be falling for all eternity well, till you reach the bottom that is. Now stop looking around you have been here long enough already it is time we talk.”

I jerk my head back and turn around as fast as I could! And saw nobody. I look around the small island and still see nobody.

“No matter how hard you try you will not see me.”

I ask. “Why! Who are you and where am I and why am I here!? I say while spinning trying to find were that voice is coming from. “WHER” I was suddenly cut off mid word do to the lack of ability to speak.

“We’ll all are rather simple questions, but to make a few corrections first it is not, Why, Who, Where and again why. But Who, What, When, Where, Why and How. Also it is not “who are you” but what are you. Now to answer those simply. Who? I am the equivalent of your so called god or gods, really does not matter your belief your belief. What am I? To put simply I am not something you can comprehend no matter what form I take. Hence why you cannot see me. When? Is not relevant it does not matter, for time can change, it can be bent manipulated and mostly just the matter of perspective. So you are in whatever time I say you are in. Where? You are in the only place under my domain that we can talk. That is all you need to know about where. Why? Well you’re dead and it is quite surprisingly my fault this is not something that should have happened.”

“Now that I have answered your questions I will tell you what will happen. First if you have not noticed I have taken away your ability to talk. This will last till I see it relevant for you to speak and will continue again whenever I speak. So to continue I will say a few thing that might fix some misunderstandings.

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To start while looking back at this conversation at a later date you might realize you acted weird this is because you are. I partially took away your ability to think and act upon emotion not to say you don’t have emotion just that they are very much dampened don’t fear this is only temporary. Next while I say I killed you, you In fact died to a miscalculation of the universe that I am in charge of overseeing, this happened do to an unforeseen circumstance arising. This is all you need to know for now. So you may talk. Also take your time to process what I just said.”

And I do just that. I try and put to understand what this so called pronounced “god like being” said. To try and understand If his words make sense I look back to what happened before I was in this “place”. As I think back on my life I realize there are somethings missing. Almost all of the people’s names and faces are gone no matter how hard I think I cannot recall about all of them. Every now and then I remember one. But the vast majority they were all insignificant.

“Why… Why can’t I remember names and faces? My child hood? No matter how hard I try to remember I just. Can’t?” I ask the so called “god”. With what I think with a trebling voice.

It took a few second for it to respond but when it finally did it said this.” The thing you call a soul, is in fact nothing more than memory and knowledge making up a person’s life, self and being. And in death this knowledge is sorted into categories and depending on the significance of that knowledge decided whether it is saved or deleted. Names and faces are put into the least important category’s for in death they mean nothing. So unless the person had some major importance that would be worthy of being put in a history book, it is deleted.”

“What about my mother’s name!?HER FACE!? Mine? My fathers? Do they mean nothing?”

“That is correct I am very sorry souls are not my domain… it seems that I did not dampen your emotions enough. I Know you might not like it but the decisions you are about to make will affect your life and probability to continue living it. This must be done.”

After it said that I stop… feeling? No that is not the right way to describe it, I stopped having a sense of self. I knew I was there I could hear and feel that I was mad, but to me it was not worth acting on. After that thou I realized how little I still remember, I remember math most of science and parts of history. Strangely enough the things I remembered most were odd things. How to make everything I ever say on a how it is built show on TV. How to play songs even thou I never played them before, but because I watched a video of someone pressing the keys or because I saw someone playing the instrument itself. Things like these I remembered perfectly. And so I asked” why do I remember such insignificant things?”

“Just because you consider them small does not mean they really are. There are many people that would kill for the knowledge of building and culture you hold just because they are common for you does not mean they are for many. There are realms that music has never been invented, not even a note has been played. Or places that only know how use glue and staple things; because they invented them before the nail. It is all a matter of perspective, I recall that you have a saying that tells this situation perfectly. One’s man junk is another man’s treasure, and in death all things are equal. ”

“But now we have spent more than enough energy on talking about these matters. Let’s continue on to what will be happening to you. You cannot return to your realm or any that exist in the position. Or relatively similar to that one, and I cannot send you back to a previous version for that would change that which had already been decided. So the only thing I can do is put you in to the only place that nothing is set, the future. With that said, do to my partial responsibility of your untimely death I also cannot put you into a place where your death is assured from the beginning. Even if I put you into the best situation which I will; I will still have to interfere a bit to make curtain your survival. At least for a while.

After the being is done saying that, there is a moment of silence.

“I have judged the most optimal time and place for you to end up in, this will drastically increase your chance of survival. You will go to a time were the earth has been destroyed and you are the last of your kind, don’t fear you won’t be dissected. There will still be many human like races, but with their differences the most optimal story that is available will be implanted into your mind, you will know the story is fake. But even while the story is fake it will still come naturally to you and give off no identification of a lie.

the story you will have is that before the earth was destroyed you were put in cryogenic sleep for an untold period of time. It was relatively new technology that was not tested for massive duration of time so the affects were still unknown when you were put into sleep this caused you to have massive gaps in your memory, and forgot your name and possibly much more. With the earth being in a newer part of the galaxy, it is still considered uncharted territory. Probability dictates that you will most probably be found by a relatively peaceful empire while they are out on a chatter mission or, chasing space pirates this is the most 2 probable cases.

I will gift you with certain aspects to increase your chances of survival, with the untold number of viruses and diseases, I will give you a very strong immune system that will allow your body to fight the vast majority of sickness and only the most deadly can affect you and the chance that they kill you is small. This is the main things I will give you there are others but as of now they will not matter. And will most likely never matter thou some of them you might find use for relatively quickly, but you will have to figure those out on your own. This is all that I need to tell you. Is there anything that you must have answers for?”

“what’s my name?”