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04/18/12(Wed)16:53 No.1362125By the time you're on your deathbed, they'll have a very special machine. A machine that is able to keep your brain alive after your body goes. A machine that is able to control your dreams forever. Basically, a machine that invents heaven.
The last thing you'll ever do in life is close your eyes as they begin the surgery. When you open them again, you'll be in a land of bright colors and good intentions. Birds will be chirping, squirrels will be playing, and there will be a perfect number of clouds in the sky. Even the sun will seem better, somehow, as if it's warmer but less uncomfortable.
You'll bask in this feeling for a moment as you lay there and collect yourself. Then, a dazzling pink pony with a frizzled pink mane will pop up above your head. She'll smile down at you.
"Hi, you must be new! I mean, I haven't seen you around, so you've got to be new. What's your name? Mine's Pinkie. I live over there, with the Cakes. You don't know who th-"
As she rambles on, you'll smile and stand up. Your body will be young again, not that you'd known anything else. You're finally home. |
