Let me tell you a story

Afterlife

          

          My name is Edgar and I am 19 years old.

          To whoever is reading this... let me explain from the beginning.

          In this world, death had never been considered the end of the path. Anyone could choose what happened to them after death. Of course, the options depended on your social status, the amount of money you were willing to pay, and the kind of person you had been before passing away. Because, you know, money has always ruled the world.

          Now, straight to the point.

          It was a normal day, I was walking to college, but then, my sight suddenly went black.That was the end of my trip. I hadn't paid for a good afterlife so I thought I would be assigned a random and basic one. I don't know for how long thst feeling of not being where I should lasted, but I do remember the moment when I woke up, alive. I spent days and weeks at the hospital, recovering from my injuries. I had time for my own thoughts, and it was during that time that I started thinking about how unfair our society is.

          The wealthy and powerful had all the options when it came to what happened after they died. They could choose to be reincarnated into a high social class, or they could even opt for immortality in a peaceful afterlife. But for the rest of us, the options were limited. We could choose a basic afterlife, consisting on a silent and lone cheap copy of our homes, or we could pay for a slightly better one. Not fair.

          One day I was lost in my thoughts when another boy around my age joined my room. It was then when I met Ezra, he was my new roommate in the hospital. He was also an accident survivor, and we bonded over our shared experiences. Ezra had always been curious about how the government runs the afterlife system, and he wanted to find out the truth.

          I was hesitant at first, specially because we were literally interned at a hospital, but Ezra's determination was contagious.

           We started to investigate.

          And you know what? We found what we were looking for.

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          Ezra and I were determined to expose the truth and bring justice to the people who had been exploited by the government. We spent months gathering evidence. Months in which we got closer and closer. I would like to say that it was more than a friendship, but I never knew if he fet the same. However, after loads of hard work we finally had enough to present our findings to the public. We held a press conference and showed the evidence that we had collected.

          We were ignored at first, yes, but after we had proven how the government had been hiding something from us... people started to trust us. The system was falsifying deaths. The "paradise" or "afterlife" they were offering was kind of a trip where people just lived their lives again, but in one way or another depending on what they had paid to them. Of course, until they passed away again. Real corpses were burnt while false corpses were sent to the next "afterlife". People paid for a false afterlife where they paid for a false afterlife where...
the cycle never ended, and the big fish had been using the money that they raised to fund their own projects. 

          Ezra and I were not hailed as heroes, and it was fine... but for me it was bittersweet. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had lost so much, but I was grateful to have Ezra by my side. Together, we had made a difference, but there was a new problem. 

         Humans need faith to live. The promised lives after death used to buid their faith... but not anymore.

          For those who find out how their lives have always been a lie, it's hard to find a good reason to keep going... but that just had to happen. 

          We did the right thing, right?

          We did...

...

          The world has gone crazy.

          Life and death have a different meaning now.

           Humans are dessesperate.

          Death is real.

          It's real.

          And it's calling me.

          I will join Ezra soon.

          And I don't even know what's right anymore.

          Or for how long can this world survive now.

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I promise that I'm okay.

It's just... that sometimes I think. And stories that make
almost zero sense, like this one, are born.

I personally think it would be an interesting situation
with no possible solution...
but I'd love to read what you think.

FUN FACT: Edgar was going to be the name of my
twin, who was never born. I thought it was a 
good name if I had that in mind... and that's
why the Edgar in this story is the same age
as me, and the reason why the main
theme here is death. 
Also, Ezra means "help" in Hebrew so...
yeah.

~ Torii

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