The Egg (By Andy Weir)

Summary

The Egg By: Andy Weir You were on your way home when you died. It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me. And that�s when you met me. �What� what happened?� You asked. �Where am I?� �You died,� I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words. �There was a� a truck and it was skidding�� �Yup,� I said. �I� I died?� �Yup. But don�t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,� I said. You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. �What is this place?� You asked. �Is this the afterlife?� �More or less,� I said. �Are you god?� You asked. �Yup,� I replied. �I�m God.� �My kids� my wife,� you said. �What about them?� �Will they be all right?� �That�s what I like to see,� I said. �You just died and your main concern is for your family. That�s good stuff right there.� You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn�t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty. �Don�t worry,� I said. �They�ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn�t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it�s any consolation, she�ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.� �Oh,� you said. �So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?� �Neither,� I said. �You�ll be reincarnated.� �Ah,� you said. �So the Hindus were right,� �All religions are right in their own way,� I said. �Walk with me.� You followed along as we strode through the void. �Where are we going?� �Nowhere in particular,� I said. �It�s just nice to walk while we talk.� �So what�s the point, then?� You asked. �When I get reborn, I�ll just be a blank slate, ri...