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-Wylfa Nuclear Power plant, Anglesey, Wales, United Kingdom-

Well, you're probably wondering why I decided to share this with you, or who I am. Why are you spending your time reading this instead of playing on your Xbox. Well I hope you find my story interesting. I am Jaime Rincón. I live in a small home not to far from my job. I work for the nuclear power plant. Now when you think Nuclear Plant, the image of Homer Simpson probably pops into your head. I wish my job was as simple as that.

My job involves the dangerous stuff. I get up close to the control rods, and where the nuclear fission takes place. On a couple occasions, due to some idiot in the control room, I've almost been "nuked" before. But what happened today was no match for my past experiences.

As I enter into the changing room to dawn my flimsy hazmat suit, as I had for 5 months since my 18th birthday, I expected no different than a regular day. Thankfully, I had paid for the suit my self, so I had a music player put into the head of the suit. The company didn't mind, as long as I kept in mind that they wouldn't pay for a replacement if it had become irradiated. That was mistake number 1.

I walk through the blast doors and to my usual inspection spot. I begin from there and move up. I pay extreme attention to my work, because as sad as it sounds, I have no girl friend, no social life, and in honesty, no ties to this world but my job. So in other words, as a social being I failed myself. I just chuckle at the fact and continue on in my work.

It wasn't until I came to one particular station, that I noticed a rod was out when it was supposed to be in the reactor... Then I noticed more of them... Then all of them disengaged. As soon as I turned the music down, I heard the one thing that scared the fuck out of me more than anything. The Klaxon. Alarm. Then the red emergency lights caught my attention. Finally, sealing my fate, quite littaralty, were the blast doors. I dove for the nearest closing one, only to smash my face in.

Right around now, you'd be shouting for help, Anyone would. Except me. I'm not suicidal. I accept my fate. I simply get on my knees and pray. I pray simply for a better life in my next incarnation, supposing I get one, and say goodbye to the world around me. The computerized voice reminded me that my life would end in only thirty seconds...ten...five...four...three...two...one?

Light...Not unexpected. But still no boom. Have my ears melted off? Is my brain lying in the corner of the room, wasting oxygen and blood on this thought? No... I open my eyes, to find that I still have a body...And time had frozen...I could see flying pieces of concrete and metal. When I stood up I saw a particularly pointy piece of the control rod about to turn my head into a kabob.

As cool as this was, I was also terrified... I'm not Spock, I have emotions. Then I heard it... A soft voice... Soothing...Almost motherly. "Are you alright?" the voice asked, I assume, me. "I'm quite alright... Um... I don't want to incur any wrath but... Who are you?" I asked the voice calmly. The voice answered "I am not here to hurt you... All questions will be answered soon"..."but I have a question... Do you want to live?" She asked me bluntly. I'll be honest, I was shocked. The fact that if I said no, this God of sorts would end me. But as any human would, I said yes. The voice than said to me "Okay. Be ready. Your new life will be different..." As she finished, I dosed off, unaware my life was taking a turn... Maybe for the worse... Maybe for the better.

Well that was chapter one, I hope you liked it. Chapter 2 i'm basiclystarting as soon as I upload this

Also I spellchecked this to the best of my extent. Bear with me...