Not Supposed to Be Here
You died. You arrived at what appears to be an afterlife processing center — fluorescent lights, numbered queues, a clerk at a window. The clerk typed your information, read something, typed again, and then called her supervisor. The supervisor read the same thing and made a phone call. You have been waiting in a side room for twenty minutes. Nobody has told you anything. The door just opened.
About Not Supposed to Be Here
You died. You arrived at what appears to be an afterlife processing center — fluorescent lights, numbered queues, a clerk at a window. The clerk typed your information, read something, typed again, and then called her supervisor. The supervisor read the same thing and made a phone call. You have been waiting in a side room for twenty minutes. No...Read more