Stage 2: Birth. 99 percent normal. Birthmark stored on right hip.*
Stage 3: Infancy. 85 percent normal. Language delayed. Parental patience below normal. Scar stored above left eyebrow.
Stage 4: Toddler. 80 percent normal. Family dog has above level patience. Family cat has normal trust levels of children. Memory deemed unsafe for public view. Scared stored on right pinky finger.
Stage 5: Adolesconce. 79 percent normal. No friendships recorded. Low marks in. Elementary school. Below normal amount if spoken language. Above average level of written language.
Stage 6: Teenager. 70 percent normal. Family dog buried in the woods behind the family home. Family cat ran away. Emotional scars not stored. Scar stored on right forearm.
Stage 7: Young adult. 60 percent normal. Police report presented. Ostracized from Family home.
Stage 8: Death. Scar stored on left arm. Died in captivity.
"What the fuck," Tanner asked as he shut down the monitor in front of him. "What is this?"
Zach shrugged. "One of your lives." He leaned over the shoulder of his friend and scrolled back to the top of the black and green screen. He tapped the second line before standing up straight again. "Your first one even. Wonder when it was. You could find out if you–"
"No," Tanner interrupted. "I don't think I want to know. People believe this stuff?"
Zach tilted his head to one side. "Nothing to believe. It's the truth. Not like it's some new program but a crypto Boi or something. "
Tanner crossed hid arms over his chest, a scowl moving across his face. "But what this is saying about me…" He trailed off, unsure about finishing the sentence on his mind.
Zach laughed, a strange laugh from deep in his gut.
It didn't sound like his normal laughs– it hit tanners ears weird.
He very much didn't like it. He didn't like any of this.
"It's not you. Not really. It was some version of you like, 500 years ago or something. No judgement dude," Zach said.
Tanner didn't find it reassuring. "I don't know. I don't think I wanna see anymore. Not right now at least."
"You sound like my little sister," Zach said , shoving his elbow into Tanners shoulder.
Tanner pushed his seat back, forcing his friend to move in the process. "Shut the hell up. Let's go do something else instead."
Zach shrugged again, a quiet laugh still escaping him as the two walked away from the library computers and back into the parking lot.
***
Download initiated. Subject gone. DNA sufficiently present.
Series 2.
Stage 1: Fetus. 99 percent normal. Late development of vocal chords.
Stage 2: Birth. 97 percent normal. Birthmark stored on right hip.
Download buffering. Subject gone. DNA sufficiently present.
Download buffering.Subject gone. DNA sufficiently present.
Download buffering.Subject gone. DNA sufficiently present
Download initiated. Subject gone. DNA sufficiently present
Stage 3: Infancy. 95 percent normal. Parents displayed slightly below average levels of patience. Family cat given away at signs of mismatch temperaments. Scar stored above left eyebrow.
***
"You do have that scar on your face though," Zach said at the first red light out from the parking lot. "The one on your eyebrow."
Tanner scowled again, and smacked his friend on the back if the head. He'd been trying not to think about that scar, or his birthmark. The whole memory thing had left him uneasy.
Very, very uneasy.
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rudexvirus t1_itlsl4p wrote
Reply to [WP] The reason we don't remember our previous reincarnations is because most past lives in the pre industrial era were short affairs that often ended before the child even made it to 5, making storing memories frankly a huge waste of time. Now things are changing, people are starting to remember by PotentialSmell
Download initiated.
Series 1:
Stage 1: Fetus. Normal.
Stage 2: Birth. 99 percent normal. Birthmark stored on right hip.*
Stage 3: Infancy. 85 percent normal. Language delayed. Parental patience below normal. Scar stored above left eyebrow.
Stage 4: Toddler. 80 percent normal. Family dog has above level patience. Family cat has normal trust levels of children. Memory deemed unsafe for public view. Scared stored on right pinky finger.
Stage 5: Adolesconce. 79 percent normal. No friendships recorded. Low marks in. Elementary school. Below normal amount if spoken language. Above average level of written language.
Stage 6: Teenager. 70 percent normal. Family dog buried in the woods behind the family home. Family cat ran away. Emotional scars not stored. Scar stored on right forearm.
Stage 7: Young adult. 60 percent normal. Police report presented. Ostracized from Family home.
Stage 8: Death. Scar stored on left arm. Died in captivity.
"What the fuck," Tanner asked as he shut down the monitor in front of him. "What is this?"
Zach shrugged. "One of your lives." He leaned over the shoulder of his friend and scrolled back to the top of the black and green screen. He tapped the second line before standing up straight again. "Your first one even. Wonder when it was. You could find out if you–"
"No," Tanner interrupted. "I don't think I want to know. People believe this stuff?"
Zach tilted his head to one side. "Nothing to believe. It's the truth. Not like it's some new program but a crypto Boi or something. "
Tanner crossed hid arms over his chest, a scowl moving across his face. "But what this is saying about me…" He trailed off, unsure about finishing the sentence on his mind.
Zach laughed, a strange laugh from deep in his gut.
It didn't sound like his normal laughs– it hit tanners ears weird.
He very much didn't like it. He didn't like any of this.
"It's not you. Not really. It was some version of you like, 500 years ago or something. No judgement dude," Zach said.
Tanner didn't find it reassuring. "I don't know. I don't think I wanna see anymore. Not right now at least."
"You sound like my little sister," Zach said , shoving his elbow into Tanners shoulder.
Tanner pushed his seat back, forcing his friend to move in the process. "Shut the hell up. Let's go do something else instead."
Zach shrugged again, a quiet laugh still escaping him as the two walked away from the library computers and back into the parking lot.
***
Download initiated. Subject gone. DNA sufficiently present.
Series 2.
Stage 1: Fetus. 99 percent normal. Late development of vocal chords.
Stage 2: Birth. 97 percent normal. Birthmark stored on right hip.
Download buffering. Subject gone. DNA sufficiently present.
Download buffering.Subject gone. DNA sufficiently present.
Download buffering.Subject gone. DNA sufficiently present
Download initiated. Subject gone. DNA sufficiently present
Stage 3: Infancy. 95 percent normal. Parents displayed slightly below average levels of patience. Family cat given away at signs of mismatch temperaments. Scar stored above left eyebrow.
***
"You do have that scar on your face though," Zach said at the first red light out from the parking lot. "The one on your eyebrow."
Tanner scowled again, and smacked his friend on the back if the head. He'd been trying not to think about that scar, or his birthmark. The whole memory thing had left him uneasy.
Very, very uneasy.
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