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He’s done it!
Soon, he’ll probably forget everything. Why should a newborn baby need every memory of Ethelbert Brock? For that little while, he could really enjoy… life.
He hated that word. It meant only a never-ending chain of disasters, that a child, later a man named Ethelbert Brock, had to endure: troubles in kindergarten, mockery from his classmates in elementary school, sub-par jobs with arrogant co-workers who somehow got promoted first. A cheating wife, lovers that only cared about his money. A government that does everything to make him feel even worse.
He lived through all of it without giving up. All because he believed in reincarnation. He hoped that it wasn't linear, that he’d be born again as a boss of one of his bosses and would make his life a living hell. Or like a superintendent. Or Genghis-Khan or the sole dictator of a planet. Thousands of lives were waiting for him.
He will get his revenge. Even though he may not remember his prior existence, that feeling will stay with him and he will reach perfection.
Watch out the world! Watch out, people!
He heard the distant voice of the obstetrician and another one belonging to a tired woman, his new mother.
“It’s a boy. And he looks healthy.”
Reincarnation really doesn’t have to be linear.
“How you said he will be named, Mrs. Brock?”
“Ethelbert.”
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* Terry Pratchett. Hogfather
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