DESIGNATE 63501
Do we all have a guardian angel? For some of us, facing our final hour...is different. And what of justice? Is there a reckoning? Will the sins of our past come back to haunt us? In the future, we explore the fate of Designate 63501.
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I screamed in terror. The pain was indescribable; every nerve and muscle stretched to the breaking point. I thought I'd go mad, and perhaps I did. But worse, the darkness that followed was more alarming—an impenetrable veil of inky blackness with no defined shape or boundary. I don't know how long I was like that. It felt like forever, alone and enveloped in shadow. Then I heard a voice. It was a woman's voice, and it sounded far away. At first, I couldn't understand what it was saying, just garbled slurs I found irritating. Then, gradually, the voice drew closer...unsettling since I couldn't see anything.
"Designate 63501. Can you hear me?"