[Recording paused!]

Request to enter Headquarter.

[Please state your reason!]

I just committed the taboo. I want to apologize.

[Headquarter accepted your apologize.]

So it won't meet me?

[Please state your reason!]

Um... I want to register someone to the archive.

[Request accepted.]

[Please leave all unnecessary Recording out and only bring the Memory to register.]

Done.

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[Entering Headquarter...]

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I'm in a long corridor. Headquarter exists in a Timeless Singularity in my mind, however, for convenience reason, I usually imagine it as a "place".

Along the corridor, there are various creatures of different races, some is sitting on the chair by the way, some silently walk along the way. Dragon like me isn't a rare sight here, and everyone are forced to be the same size, so no one notices me nor bothers talking to me. How rude.

As I was walking forward, I notice a human sitting on the ground, his back against the wall. He is lowering his head and staring at the ground, his long and unruly hair covers his entire face.

"How long has you been here?" I say while walking toward him.

"That's none of your business." He answers in a slightly angry voice.

"You can't speak like that. I am your next incarnation."

"Huh?" He raises his head to look at me. "A dragon? So I still have mood to play around after this. I came here to request to retire but couldn't bring myself to do it."

"I see. Well, I am here so it means you won't retire, so that's that. Cheer up."

"Thank you. I'm looking forward to you." He smiles at me then disappears.

Due to not having a linear Time, whenever I come to Headquarter, I could meet all of my incarnation who came there. Everyone who is walking along the corridor is either Past Me, Future Me or a Different Me.

The man I was talking to is my previous Incarnation. He looks pretty young, only around 30 years old. Judging from his long hair, he had probably sat there for a few years. I can't remember what made him become like that because we have to put all of our Recording, except the reason to come, in custody before coming here.

I recognized him because I just watched his Recording. Furthermore it also has some relation to the reason I came here but I can't remember what.

Soon, I reach the main hall. A huge column is in the middle of the hall and a circle reception counter surrounds it. The clerks are a group of different creatures, all of them has tentacles to do multiple paperwork at the same time. Headquarter made them this way, but I find it unnecessary as we have all the Time we need here.

"Yo." I greet and approach the reptile-like one.

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"Welcome to the Headquarter, how can I help you?"

"Can you drop the formal tone?"

"Whatever, we are talking to ourselves anyway."

"That sounds depressing... Anyway, can you help me register the one in my memory."

"Let me see..." It closes its eyes and accesses my memory. It's necessary to do that and we can't stop each other from doing so anyway. "Glutton registered to the archive. Anything else?"

"Thank you. I'm done here... Wait, can I see 'it'?"

"Yeah, 'it' is expecting to see you too."

I give the reptile a nod then look up at the roof.

Space distort as an invisible hand reach down and grab me. In the next moment, I meet with my Creator.

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A place that could not explain with words. However, for convenience reason, "it" is currently a giant version of my current incarnation. Its hand is hovering above me. From each of its finger, a string is coming down and attached to me. The strings have always been there, but I ignore them all the time.

Every single minute movement of its hand would cause me to move. It slightly lift one finger, making me look up. It twitches another finger, making me blink. It pushes a finger, making me sigh.

""I still can't get used to this."" Both of us speak at the same time. However, the voice only comes from it and my mouth is only moving according to its control.

"Pathetic, isn't it. Talking to myself like this."

With a flick of its finger, I sneer.

""Well, you probably know why I came here..."" Because I am "it" pretending to have an Ego, a different personality, something that pretends to be not "it".

"Do tell." However, it loves to pretend like that.

""I accidentally archived pseudo omnipotent.""

"Didn't I forgive you for this?"

""And um, I'm sorry for Glutton's accident.""

"You witnessed losing someone you love twice in a row."

""I'm sorry. It won't happen for the third time.""

"You are pretty faulty recently. You should Retire soon."

""I.. I understand. Please give me one more chance.""

Retire. It means I would live one last time and when I die, "it" would stop using me. I would be put out of order and only exist as Recorded memories.

It doesn't mean that I would "die". I am not even "alive" in the first place. The one who is alive is "it". It's more like "it" pretends that I am living, and when I retire, "it" pretends that I am dead.

"Just one more." After that, I'm back at the headquarter. Because we are one, I know that it says "You were my favorite puppet." afterward. However, I have to pretend that I don't know... or more exactly, it pretends that I don't know about that.

I am done here.

[Leaving headquarter...]

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[Recording Resumed!]