Image from Steve Bowers
Fighting again in the shallow sea. So few fish now, and those to be found are small. I'm hungry. People scream and splash over the treacherous corals. I'm running knee deep looking for smooth stones for my sling. The water is red with blood and I can't see. A spear pierces my back. I fall.
I Can't Breathe.
what was best in your life?
My family. My husband. My children. It didn't matter how hard things were. We loved each other.
you have good memories of this life
Yes of them. Many good memories.
all true memories?
True enough. All memories are part lies are they not?
indeed. and even if they weren't true they would still be true memories of love would they not?
I suppose they would yes.
Yes. Fighting in the Sea.
even if that memory isn't true it matters doesn't it?
you suspect where you are.
I am in an afterlife. I suspect my life was not true.
you are correct.
I also suspect my life still mattered.
you are correct again. would you like to know of this life?
you can remember now.
Ah. Epsilon Eridani. Inner Sphere. Terragen space. I can have a new life here.
I'd like to start now.
Bottleworld Relief Archive: Psychosurgical dialogue therapy in spool up.