C h a i n s. . .
B o n d s. . .
F a l s e S e n s e. . .
F e a r. . .
O n l y H o p e I s. . .
D e p e n d i n g O n Y o u r M a s t e r. . .
I m a g i n e. . . living in a world where the only person you ever knew was the man or woman you were bought by. . .Where you were born and placed into a room for you to grow. Of course you were taken to a white room, ocassionally you would hear a voice, and the only voice you would hear in that growing period. You would learn your letters, numbers, and they would let your personality grow by giving you toys, inspecting how you used them. Artists, Musicians, Geeks, Nerds, Quiet, Dangerous, Social, and Loners were picked out of the bunch. Of course when you were done growing about the age of sixteenth you were given a collar, different colors representing the personality of the wearer. The only clothe you wore was a white shirt, big enough to go down to your thigh in length. This was how you grew. No friends, your parent was the mechanical voice in the sky. Of course you were feed well by the lunch that would appear after your nap. And breakfast and of course Dinner. This was just how you day usually went.
N o w. . .Think about why you were like this? Why you spent your days living the way you do like pets? Well that is the exact reason. . .You were born and brought up to be some man's or woman's loyal Pet, Butler, Servant, Toy, Punchbag. . .Anything. At the age of Eighteen you would be considered ready to be bought by some fortunate costumer. Of course in that day of Age you needed to be at least twenty-two to buy one of these young adult males or woman. Your fate and life was in their hand for their own using and pleasure. Of course that is when you learn about everything, according to your new master's wishes. This was your life. . . But of course, after you were eighteen you would maybe not be bought for a couple of years. . .That was fine with you, maybe for others it was lonely. .Some kill themselves because they can't handle the loneliness of the soundless room. The mechanical voice in the sky would dissappear after your eighteenth birthday.
B u t. . .now how would you feel if that was you? Is it you? Or are you one of those fortunate people who get to buy one of these toys? Well, that is up to you. . . Now. W a k e U p.
S t e p One The D r e a m
Waking up, you open your eyes. Looking around you see nothing. . .Everything is black. "D-Did I die?" you ask yourself. You float lifelessly through the black space as you try to recollect what happened. Suddenly your life flashes before your eyes. All the Happiness, Pain, Sorrow, Regret, Rewards, Family, Friends. . .Life Events. It was obvious you were dead. "Is this what happens. . .?" You ask again. Suddenly you hear. . .
You did die. . .And now you in the first stage of Reincarnation.
Frightened you try to move, impossible. Your dead! You stay quiet, hoping this was all a dream. This is not a dream, ____. Your name. . .Why can't you hear your own name? "_____" You say as you try to say your name. You can't say it, nor hear it. . .Thats right. Your name was left back on earth when you died. F u n n y. . ."So, If I'm dead. . .And this is the first step in reincarnation what happens now?"
Well I have to ask you a series of questions to help you determine your next life.
Of course, with the knowledge of your own life, you can choose if you want to be a female, male or a slave, regular human.
"Sounds fair enough. Do we start now?"
Yes. But you will not remember any of this when you re-enter the world. So choose wisely.
