Should have kept my mouth shut.
Everything’s changed now, too late for things to return to the way they were. I just had to do it didn’t I? Had to take that chance and vent my spleen.
It’s true what they say, you pays your money and you takes your choice.
So then I was taken to the Angel Yard to undergo age integration as part of the humanisation process; which for an angel amounts to super atrophy and a substantial degree of instilled muscle amnesia.
That’s right; they’re making me mortal, just like you.
The right thing for me they said, given the circumstances.
What would they know? It’s me strung up here in the tank, seemingly unfit to be tied to whatever plans they might have.
Whatever; thing is, heaven and purgatory are one and the same to us. It’s all one big bureaucracy, all one big machine running on recycled spiritual energy. We’re told that there’s a reason why we’re keeping this vast system running, a reason for the perpetual banality of our lot in life as cogs in this artifice; that there’ll be a light at the end of the tunnel.
After countless millennia of toil I’d decided I’d had enough, and I told them that I wanted to see that light. You know what they did? They showed me what that light was.
Of course, they had to put me in the tunnel first.
I can hardly remember anything now though. My memories are fading, merging into half-forgotten dreams. Somewhere deep inside, I know that this is all part of the process.
There is a light at the end of the tunnel.
The last of my previous self is slipping away in the darkness now as I approach that light, as I see a human slowly reaching out to me with gloved hands, a surgical mask covering their face.