The Life Before Now

100 Years Later

100 years pass.. I'm.. Gone from the world I was born in.. I don't know where I am now or where I will be after this..
The only thing that is on my mind is.. What happened to Luna, after I was shot.. My memory of that life is slowly fading away.. I don't want it to disappear.. I want to remember her.. I want to remember the nights we had.. The magic that was shared between us.. I can't let these memories go, no.. I have to find her.. If I come back from death..

I decide to seek the assistance from anyone that could help me gather the memories of this previous life, my only question is - who would be able to help? Is there any kind of device or something that can provide me the information I require?
I guess I have to find out.
Looking around for answers is a lot harder than I anticipated, researching over the internet was my best bet, although, there are a lot of people out in the world that claim they know everything about past lives, yet, they have no proof of their research. So I continue to dig deeper into the odd world of the internet.

I eventually come across a scientist who has proof of their research - A website and everything, okay, this looks promising - The further I look at the information provided, a little spark of hope appears in the deepest part of my soul, I decide to contact them via email, hoping they may be able to help me through this journey.

Explaining everything I can currently remember, I send through the email, now all there is left to do, is wait.. The longest waiting game that I've every experienced.. Maybe they think I've lost my mind, I sigh, maybe it was a bad idea to email them..
Days pass by, still no response to my email, okay yeah, bad idea.. My phone eventually rings, curious, I don't remember leaving my contact information..

I answer my phone, "h-hello?" I hear a female's voice, softly speaking into the phone, she asks for my name, I confirm I'm the person who sent the email regarding her research.
She's interested in hearing more about my experience - I give her the full story (well, what I can remember) I can feel she's paying full attention, listening to every word, every detail I share.
She asks me to make an appointment with her, she wants to see if she can help me - but, in doing so, I will be a test subject for a machine she has invented, a machine that allows its user to gain access to memories of lives connected with their DNA - She calls it the Animus - I hesitate at the idea, but, she's the only one that seems to know what they're doing.

She requests I meet her at the lab in the outskirts of the city, so she can conduct the experiment. Of course I was terrified - meeting up with a mysterious woman in the outskirts of the city where no one ever goes, to sit in a machine that apparently allows me to see the memories of a past life, yeah, sounds pretty crazy and scary.. But, I suppose if she's offering to help me, I have to take this opportunity and do whatever I can to get the answers I need.
It's later that evening, I'm driving to the location she sent me through an email, nerves almost completely taking over, I'm scared, really scared.

I arrive at her laboratory, the outskirts of the city - pretty sketchy if you ask me, but I'm not going to complain. She's the only one that seems to know what she is talking about, so I need to be able to go through with this and not worry, well, not worry as much as I already am..  
Stepping out of my car, looking up at the entrance - I let out a breath, okay, I'm scared, I don't know what I was thinking, I should of just kept this to myself and continued with the meditation approach, much safer and I was alone. Carefully stepping back towards my car, the lab door swings itself open, inviting me in - hesitating, but I take a few steps in, looking around for a moment.

Letting out a soft sigh, I'm scared of what might happen next.. Thinking I should leave, I see a figure standing in the distance, is this the scientist? I hear a voice, the voice calls my name, asking me to step forward into the light.. I step closer to the voice, seeing a young woman, smiling as she introduces herself, leading me into her laboratory. Showing me around, explaining all of her different studies, but the one she could not stop talking about, was her studies on the memories of previous lives, seeing her face light up as she continued to speak about it.

So much passion put into her research, I can tell she wasn't lying. Walking further in, seeing all these different work stations around us, at the very end of the hall I see a machine, this machine looks new. She explains to me her latest invention, a machine that will allow anyone to look into their memories, discover new things of a person's mind of whoever uses the machine. It seems I'll be her first test subject - Her and I sit down at a work bench, seeing files of her studies covering majority of the desk. We begin discussing how this research project will work, esentially, I have to trust her regardless of what may happen, I don't know how I feel about this, but I can't back out now.

She asks a few basic questions, name, age, all those important things you need to know about someone - especially before starting anything that will require such information. Even though I'm nervous, just being around her seems to calm me down, her voice has a gentle tone, it's soothing. It feels like I've met her before, but, I'm not quite sure - I shake my head, trying to remove this unsual thought, she looks at me, asking if everything is okay, I just nod in response.
I blank out for a moment, these thoughts continue to wander, every word she says has so much detail, it's hard to concentrate over the memories flying around my mind.

She stops speaking for a moment, our eyes meet, a soft smile appears on her face, she can tell how tired I am, standing up, holding her hand out to me, inviting me to stay the night in a spare room within the facility - Testing will commence tomorrow after we've both rested and calmed down, a lot of information has been shared between the two of us, most of which has been non verbal, it seems she already has a mental link with me, reading my every thought each time she looked at me.