''.......wow''

''I never thought the afterlife would be this pretty, but hey I was leaning towards ending up in hell anyways, so this is a definite Improvement.''

The myriad of swirling colors and floating Souls seems neverending reaching far further than my eyes can see, for each Soul that is flung into one of the Vortex's another takes its place. Ranging in size from only a centimeter to that of towering mountain or what could only be described as the size of a continent.   

''Is that... a planet?''

Far off in the distance, a softly swirling green Soul of enormous size was shooting straight for a small cyan colored portal.

''Freaky, just plain freaky''

Sitting here (or better said floating here) is not going to help me get anywhere anytime soon though.

''So....do I just get to choose a Vortex?''

Screams and screeches came from all directions.

''........I am gonna take that as a yes, now the real question is what do the differences in size and color mean?''

Stolen novel; please report.

 The Vortexes range from what seems a pencil nub to something akin to the size of the Sun each seemingly moving at different speeds & and (hovering) at various distances, some only a few meters away whilst others lay far off in the distance.

''Solution 1# Favourite Color, Solution 2# Random Vortex', I mean it's like any of this means anything it might all just be different gateways to Hell''

''Here go's nothing'' 

Barreling straight forward..'' Ja-a'l, me-'l eh coi?'' comes from beside me.

''Wait, who's there!?''

But it's too late I'm already falling into the largest of the portals, a humongous Planet-Sized vortex made out so many colors that even my 'vision' fails me.

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 ''Worker E6-473, why are you not at your assigned post?''  the Mechanical voice of my Resaanian Boss chimed.

'' I was just taking a break, stretching my legs.'' still looking in the window sized monitor ''The usual''

''Well get back to work, quit being so lazy all the Time. Rossa.'' he chimes again before turning and leaving.

''Yes, sir...''

''Know, I know for a fact that no Soul that size or that young should be able to think, inside the Cycler'' -Rossa

Looking back at the panel one last time, I think ''Nor should it be that color... what are you young one?''

I return to my meager little office and continue my cataloging of Soul passages, whilst adding in the tidbit about the strange behavior of the young soul.

'' Well at least something interesting happened today, something to talk about during break '' -Rossa