When you die, you are presented with an unfathomably large number in the darkness, something over a googolplex.
Whenever I considered killing myself to escape my parents' abuse, I'd just recite my mantra "you don't deserve to die".
I have been working on stories to compete with the best on this sub but I'm finding it near impossible.
When the kidnapper made me guess where he kept my daughter, I went for the basement and he said "Correct!" allowing me to see her.
All my life, my parents have told me not to open the basement door, but I got curious and disobeyed them.
After I unintentionally used strange Voodoo dust to tamper with the cosmic seal and open a rift between our two dimensions, the magical trinket store seller promised to help us close it.
With the advent of the widely embraced brain implant chip, humanity reveled in newfound artificial intelligence and unlimited potential.
