The Cycle

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"Tell me Jack, what do you want to see?"

The angel stood before Jack, donned in his robes of splendor, levitating in the void in front of him. Jack paused a long moment, thinking, thinking with his endless knowledge.

"I want to be able to see," he replied, looking into the angel's blazing eyes.

"Very well," the angel replied, spreading his hands as the energy around him swirled into a ball of light.

"If you are able to see, you will not be able to forget."

Jack stared at the angel, then at the ball. "I don't care. I'm God, after all, aren't I? What's stopping me?"

The angel smiled. "Nothing is. But if you chose to see, you may wish to unsee. After all, everything is a cycle. I've told you this."

"What cycle would come from this?"

"The cycle of the game. You know what needs to be done eventually, Jack. All things must come to an end at some point."

"I don't want to do another game. Nobody should."

"Perhaps you could do something else, Jack. But seeing everything will not bring you closer to a new beginning, only a new end."

"Cycles don't end," Jack stated.

"But they must begin anew at some point."

"You're confusing me, Miller."

Miller smiled. "How many times must I tell you that is not my name?"

"Too many."

"Do you understand what you're doing, Jack?"

"Yes. Yes I do."

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