Yes, I was definitely dead, I mean, it would be strange if I wasn't after Mary decided it was a good idea to throw the equivalent of the Star Wars Death Star laser at me. It was a good solution to her problems, unfortunately I was her problem.
However, despite everything, I was alive. No, alive was incorrect the correct word would have been conscious.
"Believe it or not, you have changed."
I would have liked to be able to turn to look directly at him, but the fact that I was in the middle of nowhere and that I have no body, did not allow me that pleasure. The best I could do was direct my attention towards where the voice seemed to be coming from.
"You still lack Faith, but you've transformed, one way or another."
I tried to speak, but nothing was coming out of my mouth, as if the only thing present was my consciousness. A strange thought, how could I hear or see if I have no body, maybe it's talking directly to my consciousness?
"Would you stop thinking stupid thoughts and listen to me?"
Of course, Being X could read minds. I had forgotten that. It had been a long time since we had our disagreement. An entire lifetime, in fact. Don't you ever get tired of always meddling in my life? I'd have a better chance of believing you're God if you'd leave me alone.
"But that would go against the principle of our first conversation."
I honestly wish I could remember our first conversation, but it's been so long, literally a lifetime since that conversation, even though it was a short one.
"You said it was God's non-interference that helped atheism to exist, among other things."
Yeah, that, well, honestly your interference has made me believe more that you're not God than anything else.
"So you're saying that if you were under the same conditions you were before, but I didn't interfere, would you believe in me?"
A sense of Deja Vu, a foreboding feeling.
"We'll do that, then. After all, I am immortal, I have all the time I need to get things right. Experimenting with you won't take long at all."
Hey, couldn't you find another guinea pig and leave me alone? I don't know, use the scientific method, you'd have to test with more people and so on to prove that the formula is correct and not an exception.
"Don't worry, there will be others"
What?
"I hope you enjoy your third life experiment number 1."
HEY I HAVE A NAME DAMN BEING X
But no response came as I was engulfed by nothingness.
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As I regained consciousness, I found myself looking at my hands. So tiny. So fragile. I was a child once again.
Back on this bullshit again.
Trying to look around I could see that this time I wasn't in an orphanage, I should say I was in a palace? At least it seemed so, the cot was of a pretty good quality, the walls were full of luxuries and grandiose paintings.
How old was I now? Was I even a month old? Five? Why couldn't I get up? I could feel my underdeveloped brain straining to keep me conscious.
Damn you being X!
It took me quite a while to be able to walk in my previous life, perhaps when I was a year old? At my best estimates, that would be approximately half a year from now. Being X's plan was liable to bore me to death.
Hearing the door of my room open, I tried to turn around to see who it was that was looking after me.
"O bozhe, Tatʹyana. Ty prosnulsya."
Russy. She was speaking Russy.
Does that mean I'm in the Federation? What am I then, the daughter of some communist leader? That would be horrible! How am I supposed to survive communism?
She picked me up from the cradle and began to carry me through the halls of the house, well, mansion. It was huge!
However, there were too many elaborate art pieces referencing the monarchy to be the Federation, also there wasn't any communist insignia, how strange.
All my answers were finally answered when I was brought before the woman who I presumed was my mother. I had seen a picture of her a long time ago, the wife of the Tsar of the Russ Empire, who was destined to die with the entirety of the Russy Royal Family at the hands of the red army.
DAMN YOU BEING X!
CHAPTER EDITED BY Dualwing