Laying in bed I stare up at the popcorn textured cathedral ceiling, thinking “What will my life be like in 6–7 years? I’ll probably be waking up to my wife beside me. I wonder who that will be.” I’m not sure who, but we’ll both be getting ready for “post”, our duties in this group I have pledged my life to.
I feel so lucky to have been born into this group, in this religion. I recently signed my contract, pledging my undying loyalty to this higher cause. I signed this contract without compunction. It’s my duty, my responsibility. It’s a billion year contract.
Our cause is noble. We are literally rescuing the human race from countless trillions of years of pain and suffering as our founder states:
“This is a deadly serious activity. And if we miss getting out of the trap now, we may never again have another chance.
Remember, this is our first chance to do so in all the endless trillions of years of the past.”
I know it’s a bad world out there. I know this not from the little I have seen of this scary degraded planet. I know this because this is what my parents have taught me. My parents and other adults that have raised me. They know so much about the world and have taught me everything I know. I feel so lucky that I didn’t have to grow up like they did, in a public school and go to College, exposed to the degraded people, the drugs and worst of all the psychiatrists or the “psychs” as we call them. These guys are the true evil in the world, the cause of all of humanity’s problems. They were the men behind Hitler. They are the real cause behind all of the wars and the suffering. The Psychs.
I feel so lucky to have been born into this group, in this religion. I recently signed my contract, pledging my undying loyalty to this higher cause. I signed this contract without compunction. It’s my duty, my responsibility. It’s a billion year contract. A billion years. I can’t even comprehend orders of magnitudes like this. It’s just a 1 with a whole lot of zeros behind it. It doesn’t matter though. I am a dedicated member and I’ve had so many lifetimes to play around and have many adventures. Now things get serious. Now we have the answers.We are on a prison planet. But we finally have the technology to get us out of this trap.
It’s Sunday morning and I’m alone in my room, laying on my bunk bed thinking. Sunday morning. It’s the only real time-off I have. During the rest of the week I’m either studying, cleaning, working or doing “close order drilling” (military style marching). Working, “On the decks” they call it. A Navy reference to physical labor. But now I don’t have any work, at least for a few hours, until 12pm. I can walk around outside, play with the dogs or cats without feeling guilty of “slacking off” or being yelled at by my seniors to get to work. A few hours of freedom. I feel happy, content, so much to look forward to. What good things have I done in my previous lifetimes to deserve being born into this group, into this religion where I finally have a chance of escaping this trap of pain and suffering plaguing humanity for trillions of years?
I’m 10 years old.