Truck-chan vs reincarnation.

System Memo

From: The Goddess System a priori alpha version.00257643

To: Mr. Spickles, low level managerial department of reincarnation.

Sudject: Daily report, A suicidal trend.

The Goddess System has noticed a marked trend in suicides on the planet earth. Directly related to reincarnation. A small subsection of the population believes being run over by a truck, will reincarnate them into another world. Their absolute faith, even unto death, has co-opted the Goddess System into acceptance and continuation of their belief system. The power of faith is indeed strong. Their faith has crystalized into the deity Truck-chan, or Truck-kun, as a cute way to refer to this faith based entity with the power to reincarnate them into another world. Suicide is usually punished, but because of their faith, these people are cheating the system.

To correct this issue, the Goddess System has developed an initial plan to deal with this issue. The plan is to reincarnate their budding deity into another world, before it becomes too powerful, and completely takes over a portion of the Goddess System.

Below, continues the daily report.

Slightly above average volume of souls today!

347,101 souls reincarnated. 347,101 infatuations. I’m working beautifully. ^_^

Return Memo

From: Mr. Spickles, low level managerial department of reincarnation.

To: The Goddess System a priori alpha version.00257643

Sudject: Daily report

Please refrain from verbose mail in the future. I’m too busy to worry about the details.

Sincerely, Mr. Spickles.

It was only after the many deaths accumulated, a mysterious power was born. After the blood spilled over her hood and ran down into her engine. After the many, many deaths and reincarnations so close by. She finally heard a voice.

“Truck-chan… Truck-chan… TRUCK-CHAN!!!!!”

………………………………………………….she awoke.

Her blurry vision slowly cleared. “Blood, so much blood,” she murmured.

“It's alright now, I’ve got you,” said an orgasmic voice, tickling her senses with intention.

She felt cool gentle hands caress her body lifting her slowly to a sitting position. It was a goddess. A beauty so startling and captivating that her mind just could not continue, and she felt herself drifting slowly out of her body. A divine beauty if there ever was one.

“No, no, no no no,” said the divine beauty, “I just put you in this body, we can’t have you drifting away now.”

A bright flash, and a gentle warmth guided her slowly and gently back into her body. Blinking slowly, she now looked at a disgusting old hag, who sat in the goddesses' place.

“Where did my goddess go,” she cried out, instantly heartbroken, wailing in agony, wishing for nonexistence.

“Not this again,” said the hag. “I always forget to do the transformation,” she said stoically. “I’ll have to erase your memory.”

The old hag had waved her hand, and………….Truck-chan awoke anew.

An extremely mysterious old woman, weathered and wise from age, crinkled her eyes warmly and smiled mysteriously from the end of her bed.

“Honk honk,” said truck-chan. She had always been a truck, and never a person, so these things were expected.

“I’ve never done truck to human before,” said the wise looking old goddess. “I suppose I’ll have to give her some human memories.” She waved her hand and Truck-chan screamed, and screamed, and stopped.

Tears instantly ran down her face. “Why do I both remember being run over by a truck, and being the truck running over the people,” she cried.

“Woops, maybe that wasn’t the best idea,” said the formerly wise old woman, her brow twitching. She waved her hand again.

“My names Ralph, just a truck driver mam,” said Truck-chan, “could you by chance point me to the nearest police station, I need to turn myself in. I think I killed someone.” A single tear ran down Truck-chan’s face. She tried, but failed to get up off the soft warm bed. Held by the steely arm of the old woman.

“Seriously,” said the goddess. “Alright third times the charm,” she said, and proceeded to waive her hand mysteriously. A bright light once again flashed. And that was when Truck-chan finally awoke to her real new truck-ulent self. The self she would be for many years to come. With the anguish of many dead reincarnators on her hood, the sad life of a lonely truck driver, and a divine spark from this most lovely of goddesses, holding it all together. The end of one beat up old truck, but the beginning of a brand new adventure.