☆ FATED ☆

Enclosed within white walls, with sight of black and white, a young lady was living there and never saw the what's outside the walls.

In her understanding, the outside is vicious, cruel and unforgiving. Man-made or Natural disasters never ceased to not exist as they seek more advancement, more power, more sustainability for their own expense and leisure.

She know everything that's happening outside, yet she never set foot outside her small enclosed space. Ever since she could remember, she was sent here and made to learn different languages, read different books, documents and journals from the pass and make a dense report of what she knew. 

She never cared about what she was tasks to do, nor question about it. She accepted it all with an apathetic look and feelings.

Her long raven hair that reaches her knee created ripples and waves as it sways and follows her movements as she walk inside her library and read a specific book today.

Life after Death.

In her opinion, nobody really knew what is after death, unless you escaped death and you see your life flashes in your eyes.

Many theorize that after death, A soul will turn to a ghost, or go straight to heaven or hell, or go back to the circle of reincarnation and lastly is transmigration.

These theories are in layman's terms that even a normal human could understand, but if it turns to a scientific terms, its hard to analyze and conclude. How does one's soul transmigrated or reincarnated? What is soul made up of? In what specific time, space and dimension do they need and what are their requirements to achieve and pass to another world?

What science can't touch, the young lady always mused and think of ways to decipher and know their secrets.

Religion is something she never touch, rather, her library is filled with different scientific researches and journals and not one book did it contain about Religion or other measly creations man-made had fun creating or researching about.

So to say, the young lady studies science from its first discoveries to the present, also, she lacks common sense. You can question her how many cycle an atom can do in a nick of time and she cant answer what's the history of God or if God's existence is true.

In her enclosed space there's only the tall library shelves and a metal stool and table for her to use while reading. A set of pen and paper for her to use for creating her dense report. 

It was not long when she was visited with a bunch of men in lab gowns and masks on their faces as they injected her with anesthesia and put her in a metal bed and started to skin her alive. They took not only her skin, but also her hair strands, her nails, her blood, urine, stool etc. 

The lady passively took everything they did to her without a sound or expression. She didn't scream in pain or get hysteria or fainted. She just stared at the bright lights they use for the operating table as they dissected her part by part.

There was no light reflecting from her eyes nor were there flicks of emotion shown. She was like a lifeless doll, slowly being broken down.

As the days drags out, the lady suddenly shown signs of dying in the mid-process of opening her up. The doctors with her sweats and feared for their lives, if she dies before the process ends, Their lives will be at risk!

But before they could try to save her, her body jolted up as if being electrocuted before her body rot in a fast paced! everyone panicked and moved away in fear of being the next dead victim, after fifteen minutes, they went back to the room in hazmat suits and were all shocked. The lady's body was gone! No bones or blood were left on the operating table... only the clean green dress and nothing more.