Hours pass. My mind wanders. I feel not a thing wrong with this world. My soul drinks in the happiness of those around me. They cannot see me or hear me for that matter. Touching is something even more remote. This state I have been in. it is the stuff of dreams, or should I say nightmares. Unable to communicate I have been able to learn. There is nothing I cannot understand. The world is my info terminal. I can reach into it and see.
How much time has passed? I don't know, to be honest I don't care. What I cared for is long gone. Now the only thing that still sparks interest in me is the world itself. The ultimate source of information and still the ultimate source of defeat. What I can do is know. What I cannot do is change. I cannot change anything. I cannot work any magic on the people passing me by. There is no solution for my situation. The years have passed. People have died. I have none to love and none to touch. I followed my loves for a long time, but soon they died, while I endured in this questionable state and have seen the reality oppress all and leave no-one unhurt. We shall all suffer through the days. Solution there is none.
I wish for oblivion. But it will come not.
OF COURSE IT WILL COME.
It's you again isn't it? DEATH. That's what you called yourself when I first saw you. And you still try to tell me that you're the death everybody would talk about. But I have not seen you in years.
I WAS BUSY.
Helping people die? Now really. The joke has been going on long enough. If you're DEATH then why will you not kill me.
I AM DEATH, NOT MURDER. I CAN HARDLY KILL YOU. YOU MUST COME TO DEATH ON YOUR OWN.
Yes we have gone through that already. So why exactly am I here?
IT WAS OF YOUR OWN VOLITION.
My own choice? Now that's new. What do you mean by that? It's true that I was doing some experiments with the collider, but that can hardly be of any consequence, or can it?
YOU HAVE BEEN SPLIT.
Split? What do you mean by that?
IT WAS THE GOD PARTICLE.
The Higgs-Boson? But we had disproved that so long ago.
YES.
Then it cannot possibly exist.
POSSIBLY.
This does not make sense. What do you mean possibly?
IT CANNOT POSSIBLY EXIST, BUT IT CAN EXIST IMPOSSIBLY.
If something is impossible then it cannot exist.
NOW, YOU WERE A PHYSICIST ONCE?
Yes.
WHAT IS AN IMPOSSIBILITY?
Something that cannot exist.
IS IT REALLY? IS THERE SUCH A THING? YOU'RE TALKING TO DEATH AND YOU STILL CLUTCH TO THE POSSIBLE AND IMPOSSIBLE?
What pray tell is impossible?
SOMETHING THAT IS INFINITELY IMPROBABLE.
But that can still exist? So you're telling me that I was very lucky?
IN A WAY...
Just kill me. I cannot bear to look at the people anymore. I feel so powerless. I cannot live anymore in this suffering.
YOU WISH TO END IT ALL?
Yes.
WHY DON'T YOU DO IT THEN?
I can't.
REALLY? DID YOU TRY?
Try? TRY? Are you insane? What do you mean try? I have been trying all this time to change something.
WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN TRYING EXACTLY? HOW TO FEEL MISERABLE? HOW TO FEEL BAD?
So you're telling me that I can change things. You're telling me that I can destroy the universe? What would I be then? God?
ERRR... YES. THAT HAS BEEN THE IDEA ALL ALONG.
How can this be possible? And how come I was not told about it?
WELL, THE GUY BEFORE YOU ASKED ME TO LET YOU GET A FEELING FOR IT BEFORE I INTRODUCED YOU TO YOUR REASON OF EXISTENCE.
Guy before me? You mean GOD? You're not making any sense.
THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE GOD.
Okay. So I am god. Can I kill you?
YES.
Can I kill myself?
YES.
Is there anything I cannot do?
NO.
Die.
At that moment DEATH started disappearing slowly. Turning into dust. And then blown away by a breeze.
IT WAS YOUR CHOICE. ENJOY. OH, AND THANKS!
Turns out killing death was a bad idea. And it seems that he lied to me. There is one thing I cannot do. I can never bring him back. The sly bastard.
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