Alone with my thoughts

This work is the story of my life, my story in this new world. Something like a diary and I decided to write this down since I finally know how to write in this language. From time to time I will write down what happened to me in recent events. For my dear readers to be able to be drawn into my story I will write in present tense. Even though it all takes place in the past. My Past. I want you to feel like living with me. As if you are right by my side. And I hope the way I tell you my story will be enough.

But first I have to tell you my backstory:

I already lived before in another world.

I lived a whole life. At least I am able to say it to that extend. Was it happy? Was it bad? I don't know. Was it fulfilling? I'm not sure. Did I manage to be someone? At least I'm sure I did that!

I died from cancer a quite painful experience. When I was 53 it has already spread throughout my whole body until I finally found my final rest.

But unfortunately I left no one behind. Neither had a wife, nor children. I was alone my whole life but that was okay, I thought. I left behind something that I knew was even more valuable than anything else.

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KNOWLEDGE!

When I was still alive I craved for knowledge, because I learned quite early in my childhood that knowledge is power. At least where I lived. Even until I died I was studying everything there is. I wanted to know it all.

I studied Mathematics, Physics, Biology, Chemie, Psychology, Economics and even Theology and Philosophies. I was able to at least read and write in 12 languages. Everything I was interested in, I studied it until I understood it all. By the age of 35 I already published 2 revolutionary theories about astronomic and build, applied and had proven a new fundamental rule for mathematics. Everything that was logical or that I was at least able to comprehend. Things that I understood, were things I never forgot.

I was known for my scientific work and after I died I left knowledge behind. But I don't know if it was worth it. And after I died and thought it all over and over again, I regret just one thing. I know how people should work, and I know what instincts are driving them. But I have no idea about human relationships or how to interact with them, because I never tried.

Maybe it's a result of my craving for knowledge, but for the first time I am interested in human beings and interactions with them.

I died and now I drift through this nothingness. Even though it's not sure if I am moving or standing still. I see, hear, feel, smell or taste nothing. I am alone with my thoughts. There is no way to know if there is anything around me and all I can do is think about my past. I never had enough imagination to do anything else. When I am not captured by my memories, I calculate and build formulas, new theories in all scientific ways I know. But as I am not able to share them it is just a waste of time. Though 'wasting' time is everything I am able to do. This boring nothingness could drive me crazy and maybe it already did.

Thinking about my past now I understand and remember what I missed. I regret it now.

An eternity later, even though time seems to not matter anymore, and after I am fully aware of what I am regretting, I hear a voice...-