It's the year 2099.

My name is Ezie Soprano and I am 98 years old.

Currently I am hooked up to a machine that is prolonging my life.

This procedure usually costs millions of dollars but for veterans that fought in WW3, it's free.

I have been here for as long as I can remember, staring at these four white walls.

I'm sick of it. Very much so.

I regret signing up for this treatment, I no longer have that fire burning in my chest..I wish to rest. 

I want this to end.

As if the universe was listening to my thoughts, I feel my breath become less and less frequent. My heart began to de-accelerate. My eyelids grew heavier and the room tempature dropped to freezing. 

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The previous illuminated room was getting more dim by the second until it was completely dark, I could hear multiple voices of women and men which I assumed were doctors and nurses.

Finally, some inner peace.

I saw the white light like how the bible described. I was confused because as a soldier that fought in the war against the terrorist forces, I took many lives of men, women, and children. Innocent or not. I spared none.

However, I was already prepared for Hell. 

This white light...If i traverse it... 

I fear what lies in wait for me.

Floating in this endless void suits someone like me better than whatever the Gods have in store for me. I pull away from the light.

I'm scared to face my judgement.

A force attempts to push me towards the light but I resist with all my willpower. 

I do not wish to be forced to do anything anymore. I want to remain non-existent forever, no worries, no responsibilities, nothing. 

Just me, and me alone. I've had enough.

However, the force had other plans. It pushes me out despite my protests and I was met with more bright lights.\

My chances of a care-free existence were thrown out the window and I was instantly filled with dread when I heard a husky voice say, 

"Congratulations, It's a boy!"