Judge of the Quick and the Dead Rewrite

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They say a black cat passing you by is bad luck and that's something I find discriminatory. It's not fair to judge someone based on their color, especially when it's something they have no control over. Just like the number 13, which has been the subject of fear for centuries, black cats didn't choose to have black fur. It's a reality of life that no one can control and one that I'm reminded of when the wind blows lightly. 

It's autumn, a season of change and transformation. The leaves rustled softly in the cool autumn breeze, their hues of orange, yellow and red cascading to the ground like a blanket of fiery colors dancing through the air.

My dark coat reflects in the puddle I'm walking past as I make my way outside of the park, fireflies playing overhead. Or were they stars? As I continue, the lamplights of the neighborhood start to brighten, the evening quickly approaching. Taking a left at the garden, I come across a blocked sidewalk due to some construction.

Carefully, I step onto the road and that's when I heard the loud roar of a car engine. I looked up in time to see a drunken driver barreling down the street, their car swerving dangerously as they flew past me. I quickly stepped onto the sidewalk, but it was too late. The car had already thrown me to the ground, my vision beginning to darken and my world fading away.

I manage to narrowly dodge it, but I'm still left lying on the ground, the world around me slowly fading away. I feel like I'm looking down on my own body from somewhere above, as if I'm a ghost. I can no longer meow, but I can still feel the God of Heaven watching me and collapsing the wave functions, deciding which universe will go on. 

At that moment, I become Schrodinger's cat and my God is the Judge of the quick and the dead.

It's a powerful feeling, knowing that my fate is in Someone else's hands. I can only hope that my fate, like the fate of all black cats, will be full of luck, health and happiness. No matter how dark the night may be, I know the sun will eventually shine again in quantum immortality.

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