Your New Life

You were Mike Doe, a 21 year old college student living with your parents. This was until you were shot, when a burglar tried to break into your home. At the end you closed your eyes, and felt your life drain from you.

“Time to wake up sleepyhead”, said an unfamiliar voice. You slowly open your eyes to see a young woman in a chair in front of you.

You start looking around to see you in a complete white room, and are also siting in a chair. You check your chest for the bullet wound to see your wearing a white robe, with no blood or pain on your chest.

“This is the afterlife, if you haven’t figured it out yet, and I’m here to help you pick your new life.” Says the young woman with a smile.

You are somewhat taken aback at her words, but seem to quickly accept them as true. It also seems that you are uncharacteristically calm, which you figured is some kind affect by this person or place.

“What do you mean choose my next life?” You ask, as you try to uselessly ponder the implications.

“You came from one of countless worlds. Once someone dies, they get a world tailored to their desires. You can choose whatever you want about the new world you live, as well as your new body.” Says the woman, almost monotonously, which you suspect is because of how often she probably gives the speech.

“So I can choose how the world works, how the people are, as well as my new self?” You ask, trying to understand the proposition.

“Yes that’s correct, you can choose whatever characteristics about the laws physic’s, how people interact, laws their governed by, and any body you can dream about.” She responds, her tone much more cheerful this time.