Robert wasn't a fan of surprises. Nor were they a fan of people who liked surprises.

They believed that conveying information with the least amount of interference possible was the best way for a person to understand you. It was easy to call Roberts outlook on life robotic. But it wasn't.

They laughed when a joke was heard and cried when they hurt. Cause that's the way you could convey certain amounts of information fast enough

So when Robert found themselves surrounded by rivers of information compiled into neat articulate boxes. Filled to the brim with every emotion the human mind could possibly conceive and not conceive at the same time. And filled to the brim with the scent of Robert's favorite smell, Lavender?

It was heaven for them.

They could engage and see everything humanity had to offer. Feel all the things they could do when they were human. From all sides, no matter the race or background. Wealth or prestige. They could experience everything the human race could do and would do.

And it was sad.

That's all Robert could say about the experience when they were done.

The process had been over so fast. Their mind feeling everything at once and slip by slip. Flavoring all of the experiences combined and extracted from each other.

Feeling the actions of Albert Einstien while eating apple pie and juggling some elephants. They found such an experience and more.

Each one was also augmented with emotions and how other people saw it. Even something like a warmer seat or seat slightly to the left gave Robert new info and experience.

They could feel everything that humanity had to offer. So when it was over, they curled up. They wanted to die.

Like an addict without their drugs, Robert felt empty, and even that was sick to them. Everything that humanity could do or ever would do had rushed through their mind, every bit of pain and dementia. Every bit of small victory and ruthless defeat.

All of it had been sent through them at once. How were they supposed to react now?

The drug that had been given to them had shown them the truest of happiness. Something they just couldn't ignore, everything they felt now was human, inhuman even. They had experienced the perfect high. Yet they now found themself with nothing left to do.

They had nothing left, every ounce of something in their soul had vacated them. Every bit of emotion and information they felt wasn't the same. They tried to go back to their high.

Trying to experience the feeling a second time, a third. They felt slightly bored with the second, extremely bored with the third.

And at their fourth, they slammed their soul into the proverbial wall.

That didn't make sense since the wasn't in a place with walls... Shut up this is the afterlife.

That's when Robert found something new, power, feeling, pain.

They had cut his soul, specifically their memory about his second dog Rufus.

Robert searched through the blanket of information trying to recover this lost piece. They remembered everything about their boy. They found their soul in a koala curling up in some corner of a tree with six arms and eating some leaves.

But Robert didn't care, they felt the pleasure of their soul healing. They had found their new high. Robert cut, screamed. Ran and smashed their soul into every nook and cranny they could find. They impaled themself, dropped their soul in acid. And did so much more.

Their soul quivered and screamed with pain only the soul could truly understand. And slowly, their flicker started to fade and wink out of his soul.

The thing that made Robert Robert was dying.

If they had seen the universal gate at their left that said reincarnate. They would've figured they could live again. They could've figured that this thing was planned. They could've figured that this was how a soul lost its memories when they reincarnated.

They would've figured out why every person ever revived had some sort of trauma and was crazy.

But what no one expected, was their soul to tear deeper than their spark. Their core, the soul of the soul. Was being damaged, being destroyed, and ravaged. They were. That being Robert. Was destroying their soul to experience the high they wanted, no needed.

It was something they chased after.

Something they wanted since their soul could observe the information of his separate world.

The destroying of their soul could not be ignored. Their soul was snatched, being taken back from a pool of liquid on fire alligators with Dorrito teeth.

Robert was held before something, they were judged, they had passed. And they were told. What they were told. Robert didn't know. They had forgotten.

That was when Robert was hurled into the reincarnation tunnel and found themselves somewhere.

Don't look at them! This place was dark, and Robert could barely see anything out of a twenty-five-foot area.

Wait, how could they see?

Robert turned to look at themself and found a diamond the size of a fist starting back at them. The jewel emanating a soft green light.

"Looks like you woke up, huh?" A voice said.

Robert turned their view to look around the entire twenty-five-foot area, searching for the voice.

"Quit looking around for me, I was off getting supplies. But since you're so active, how about I teach you how to become a Dungeon?"

So Robert fainted. Perfectly normal considering they were now a fist-sized green diamond able to see in a twenty-five-foot sphere. And had a voice talking to them inside their mind.

Just as Robert lost consciousness they heard the voice say something.

"Figures they would black out the moment I try to teach them something."

Then they lost conciousness.