I looked at the can I was holding in my hand. It was cool to the touch, just as a canned beverage should be. It looked so... ordinary.

I still remember hearing the booming voice from within the shadows. I remember how lost and confused I was. The sound was seeming to come from each direction at once and though it felt like my sanity was being dragged away from me with every syllable, I felt comfortable. Safe. At rest. I had barely any memory on how I have even gotten to this place. I remember being out with a couple of friends, sitting at the bar, having a few drinks and the occasional laugh, and suddenly t h i s v o i c e.

The instructions I got were simple. I can't recall the exact words or if they were even given to me by any means of speech, anyways. But the implications. The promises. I have never felt bliss just like this while listening to what I was chosen to spread to the poor, tired, and overworked people of this earth. I was blessed with a taste of pure extasy while I got told on which carrier to use to spread the joyous message. Of course the masses would not receive the pure version of joy until they found their way to the glorious v o i c e.

And just as quick as those memoried have gotten back into my mind, they were abruptly cut off by a young boy no older than 16 years old who took the can out of my hand. "about time, I was really getting bored of just having Red Bull". And then he walked towards the cash register.

I was overcome with glee, 'my first recrutee!' I mumbled into my own mind, until I noticed my left hand clutching the wrist that was just holding the can, nails trying to dig into to flesh of my wirst.

Silly me. Why would I try to stop this? I don't need to fight anymore. Stocking shelves in a supermarket may not sound glamorous, but all I need to do now is listen.

They

will

all

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