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ANakedCowboy t1_je64nge wrote

Border Rederick was furious when he heard the verdict. He sized himself up against the angel, puffed up his chest and let his mouth run.

"I need more damn time!"

He started waving his finger and pointing it as he huffed, looking for the right words, and running his thoughts through a mental filter that ran with a parameter something like, "You probably shouldn't curse out the angel, it doesn't tend to work for people on earth 7."

He started gesturing his hand into a fist as the veins in his neck began to pop.

"I. WE, have been working our asses off, and you want to move us up now? Why don't we get a say in the matter?"

He paused as his fuming continued.

"How dare you watch from up above, determining right and wrong and them come down here to shake things up. You know nothing about us."

The celestial being had no obvious face, nor did it have any obvious reaction to his words.

Rederick heard some shouts from some of his brothers outside in the hall. They clearly heard his grievances through the door and voiced some support.

And here he was wasting his time with this angel when he had a dozen reformed men he was trying to send out into the masses, to keep fixing up what was broken. His old neighborhood was starting to turn around? Would the few good people there also be evaporated away?

Poof


Rederick woke up from a strange dream and look around the room with a racing heart. He felt the silk sheets against his naked body and immediately relaxed. And there was his beautiful wife next to him. He smiled for a moment, but then his mind returned to the dream, and his smile soured.

Something felt off, something about the dream felt like it was less of a dream, and more of a past.


After a day he realized that he didn't belong on earth 1, his dream wasn't a dream. He had all of the memories of where he'd come from.

His rage returned.

He went out into the streets and shouted for the angel to show itself again, but there was no answer.

"Well then," he said quietly. "I guess I know one way to get back"


After a long and hard 50 years, a much aged Rederick found himself smiling as he woke up in his old home town on earth 7. With the few years he had left he would put his will back to work for his people, no matter how hard they resisted.

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QuantisOne OP t1_je8fxxv wrote

Chilling. An ironic thought, that this segregative system prevents any improvement whatsoever, separating reformed people and those still in need of guidance. Hell is real now, because they crafted it as such. It’s another interesting take, like every person that moves gets some parallel life, be it better or worse. A scary thought, to imagine what Rederick could have done to earn a one-way ticket back to Earth 7. But this idea of people feeling like they “belong” to a specific society, be it specifically good or bad, is another thing that could be expanded a lot.

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ANakedCowboy t1_jeag3bw wrote

Great prompt! Wish I'd had more time so I didn't have to rush the story. I loved the idea of someone being forced to move up against their will, and then forcing their way back with some implied evil :D

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