University Daze
From Create Your Own Story
You must be dreaming ...
Last thing you remember you were on the bus, heading to State University. But this is not the bus... Lots of weird lights. You feel like you're floating. Your 6-foot, thin frame, wracked by disease, feels weightless.
You hear a voice.
"Focus. There isn't much time."
The Voice sounds really familiar, but you can't place it. It continues.
"We've got a matter of seconds. Listen to me. I am the future you. The research I've been working on for the last 6 years at State U has finally led me to this chance. I know you've always wished you could be someone else ... anyone else. All the ridicule and teasing would be over. No one would judge you by your revolting facial disfiguration. No one would ever know about your other horrible physical deformities. I know you've always wanted this because I am you. I have been working for 6 years to be able to go back to this day and give you this chance. ... This chance to forever change your destiny. This chance to be whoever you want to be for the rest of your life."
This whole thing is hard to believe, but the Voice is very convincing. It seems very real.
"Our time is almost up. In a moment you will make a choice and I will be destroyed. Don't hesitate. I want to die. I want to kill this self I am now so that you (my old self) can make a change. You can be someone better! But I can't choose for you. The program will give you five random choices. You'll have to decide. I can't help you."
Your mind is reeling. Can this be happening? Is my future self telling me that I now have the chance to be someone different? I don't have to be the deformed wierdo that I've always been? I might not have to deal with all the physical and emotional pain of being a disgusting creature that people never willingly choose to look at? Might I have the chance to someday be loved?
The Voice becomes more urgent:
"Listen, we're out of time. You'll see five choices in your mind's eye. Pick one. Don't ever look back. It's my gift to you. Live well. Goodbye."
With that, you're left in silence. A set of shapes begins to materialize in front of you. It's letters. Words. It must be your five choices. God! Could this be real?!?!?
You realize you have to pick one. But which? How can you make such a choice? But you must.
Do you:
