New Life Center

"Okay, Lydia," James, my co-worker, said, not looking up as he continued attaching the tubes to the middle-aged woman's head. "It's your turn."

"Me?" Pointing at myself. The thought was quite scary for me as I had just been in this job for just an hour. And now, I had to operate the process.

"Yes you," James said, brows furrowed in clear annoyance. He then pointed his finger at something. My eyes followed to the direction he pointed at—a beeping machine besides the lying woman. "She's all set up, type in her new life."

Type in her new life. The words echoed on my brain as. With my hands, I can conjure up new memories, interests, a new life.

I snapped back to reality when James went out of the room in a thud—slamming the door shut on his way mouth.

Upon closer inspection, the woman lying unconsciously on the bed, with her golden locks sprawling on the pillow, looked too young compared to what her documents stated. Age: 350. Four lifetimes.

In this era, our bodies stop aging. Gone are the days when our skins droop and beauty fades. And at a ripe age of 30, we all stop there. But immortality isn't perfect. It is as flawed as the perception of a happier life with it.

Some had expended all the things they could think of, and would rather stay hidden in their villas. Having nothing more to do, no more consequences, no more debates about life and death, everything went stale. They have lost the drive to live, but it is worthless to kill themselves—not because it is unethical, but because they can't.

Just like any single thing in this world, people would almost always commercialize things that would take advantage of the feelings of the people. And just like that, our company, the New Life Center was born—to aid your hopelessness and write you a new story.

I then realised that I don't know what kind of life I'll be giving her. My mind's all messed up. A web of thoughts I fail to decipher. My mind ran through the time when I was a kid at the circus, but I quickly shrugged it off. I frantically typed anything in the list:

Name: Mary Go

I looked at the woman and noticed that she's Caucasian.

Name: Mary Go-Round

I breathed deeply as I witnessed my mistake and let out a disappointed exhale. I tried to erase it but it won't budge. It is already instilled in her mind. "Okay okay," I thought to myself, trying to calm myself. "I'd just make up to her other details.

And it did work out quite nicely in the Personal Details. Age? 30. Birthday? July 24, 2441. Yep, it is going smoothly. But it ends there.

Interests: Clowns

"Oh god," I thought to myself. I tried to correct this unusual interest.

Interests: Clowns' humor.

"Okay I'm safe now." I thought. "Just 4 more interests." I placed the manual that was neatly positioned on the side of the machine, but then it slid off. I dropped low to pick it up but I hit my head on the machine instead. "Fuck!"

As I straightened my back and rubbed my forehead, I realized my mistake. The book had seemingly pushed the button for the microphone, and on the machine, it reads, "fuck".

I tried to calm myself down, inhales and exhales, and once again attempt to correct my mistake.

Interests: Clowns' humor, fuck ton of cats.

I sighed at the sight but continued to push forward.

Interests: Clowns' humor, fuck ton of cats, basketball, reading boobs, Starbucks

Upon reviewing, I somehow made a type on the 4th interest. With my fingers crossed, I hope it would just slide off.

I continued filling out the list such as her likes and dislikes. I clicked on the "Continue" button and the blue liquid filled the tubes attached to her head. After the tubes were empty, Mary opened her eyes. I got up and sat beside her.

I then called for James who was just sitting on his desk on the outside of the room. I returned to position myself besides the woman who is awake now under white light.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Mary," she replied. "Go-Round."

I saw James look at me in a mixed state of fear and anger. I looked away from his gaze.

"Wh—" I trailed as I noticed her looking at my chest.

"I sense bad luck coming your way," Mary said as she touched my left boob.

James leaned over me. "What the fuck did you write?" He said, with a furious tone in his voice.

A failed to look at him. "Look at the list." I replied, embarrassingly.

James then walked to the computer and his face was painted with terror.

"Can I go now?" Mary said.

"Not yet." I replied.

"Really?" she said. "'Cause I really want to adopt a fuck ton of cats now." And she pinched her nose like it had the red nose ball of a clown.