39 The Hypnotis (1/2)

With Howard screaming from the tops of his lungs, there is now at least one more person in the world who has experienced my pain.

Well, not exactly.

My family jewels have never been so brutally separated from my body before.

Being separated from my body is the emphasis here.

Aside from getting crushed one time by a very naughty, naughty kitten who we all know, my balls have been burned, scorched, boiled and vaporized more times than I can remember.

It happens when I was still trying to learn how to control my power in an effort to save myself.

Being killed over and over again in the one of the most painful ways possible after each failure changes a person. How could it not?

It is still amazing that I manage to keep my sanity. I guess my mind is made of tougher stuff.

Honestly, running away from a planet wide bombardment is literally impossible.

And dodging the initial nuclear blast by fusion bombs will let me experience true burning hell on earth.

There are unending anguish screams and unimaginable horrors in the immediate aftermath as people are being roasted alive by intense heat and radiation.

Even reinforced steel concrete that holds sky-high buildings for centuries melts away like ice-cream in the blazing sun.

When you experienced all of that, nothing can really faze you anymore.

You think Marian Oxford has it bad when she was being roasted alive in her own limousine?

Marian is the actually one of the lucky ones as she does not have billions of nanomachines in her body, prolonging her unimaginable suffering.

The hitman suffers more than her when I force him to experience a similar kind of torture.

In the wake of the seemingly inevitable extinction event for the human race, the people are still trying to scream and call for help even when their vocal chord has already melted off their throat along with the rest of their flesh.

Despite reduced to such a grotesque skeletal state, the people are unable to enter the blissful embrace of death thanks to the wonderful science of the future.

As long as their conscious remains, their soul will not move on and they can still be saved – well, that is the theory.

Have a guess how long the human body can linger between life and death in such a state?

It measures in hours, where one second is like an eternity of torture.

The pain does numb after a while, but no one truly wants to remain alive in such a state.

And if I somehow survive all of that horrors while keeping my mind relatively sane, I get to experience the wonderful feeling of planetary implosion, when the planet collapses into itself.

And if I miraculously survive the impossible odd with Earth turning into a field of debris, I get to enjoy being choke to death in the cold vacuum of space.

Experiencing death in an excruciating and horrifying manner is a good motivator.

Just the knowledge of my impending death alone forces me to do better, to jump further back in time even if it is only for a second more.

Unfortunately, my power does not always work like I wanted when it first manifested itself.

I accidently jump forwards in time dozens of time, if not right into the centre of thermal nuclear blast then into the cold abyss of space.

That was not very fun, getting melted alive or frozen to death.

Aside from slowly suffocating to death, I did die somewhat instantly in the core of the fusion explosion – so I didn't have to suffer much. Much is relative.

My mind still remembers the pain even if my body does not.

To be completely honest, I did give up after failing in escaping what must appears to be my inevitable for the umpteenth time. I just let myself get killed over and over again, hoping the loops will eventually ends.

Sadly, it never does.

My power refuses to let me die, reversing time every time my mind has expired.

Luckily, my hopelessness did not last for an eternity in an unending time loop or I wouldn't be here.

And you wouldn't know about my story.

Science fiction writers have thought time travel is easy. Just think of the year and poof, they are there without cause or reason.

It is not really that simple as time has no real coordinates.

1990? What is that?

It is just a number put forth by some of the very smart people in history, so we really have something to measure time with.

Let me tell you, time is immeasurable.

I know this since I cannot feel its beginning or its end. I have also tried to see the dawn of creation or the end of time – just to prove if God exists.

Neither extremes exist in reality.

Time wasn't born, so it cannot die.

It have existed before the universe even began and it will continue to exist long after the universe has ended.

In fact, there is only the dark abyss before or after the universe.

I swear something Primordial are watching me from the boundless darkness. I couldn't see them, but I could feel them – their terrifying and relentless aura.

I had to get the hell out of there before their presences literally rip my soul apart.

That is just a figure of speech. Is a soul real? Is it really eternal?

I don't know the answer to that, but I do know time is eternal.

It is one of the true Aspects of all of existence.