I Died

I died.

Now I don't know what kind of religion or science or what not you believe in, but I'm going to tell you that souls exist. They exist, but they remember fuck all. There might be the shadow of the former person in there, like somehow being smarter or more deductive or maybe being an asshole, but no actual memories.

How do I know this?

I just woke up in this body. It's synthetic. I don't know why I know that word, perhaps there's a dictionary installed in my brain. But in between the obvious transparent parts of my body or the fact that my legs seem to be on another table, I could tell immediately that it isn't human.

Hell, was I ever?

There's schematics for a device that captures souls. That's what it says. I definitely feel like a part of me doesn't belong here. And considering all the parts of this body are fake it only makes sense that it's my soul.

Maybe that's what they want me to think.

I can't check for pain, so I can't check if this is a dream. All I can say is that I am unsure if I'm not just going crazy and this is some delusion. No, it cannot be. Because.. Even if I cannot remember anything at all, I do distinctly know one fact.

I died.

I died. I died. I died and yet I'm here, somehow seemingly alive in this fake body. Can you call it alive when you're not even sure if the body can live? Does it have emotions? Feelings?

My eyes are open but I can't move.

Was I perhaps not meant to wake? Not yet? Not at all? I think I have a mouth, but I have yet to figure out how to scream. How to move. Is it a lack of knowledge or am I just

unfinished? How do I work?

What is wrong with me?

I just woke up and my first thoughts is a monologue, a soliloquy, to an audience that doesn't seem to exist with words I shouldn't know. Words I cannot recall the proper meaning of yet spring to my mind as if they must absolutely be the right ones. I have no words for my situation but I have plenty for nobody to listen to.

I died.

But I'm here.

Please listen, if you can.