The Fire at Everest

At birth, everyone is assigned a randomly-placed respawn point, which works until the age of 70. His is Mt. Everest

I never forget the violent wind and the bitter cold that blankets my face when I am on top of Mt. Everest. Most people will say they climb for the view; many will say they climb for the accomplishment of completing it. In my world, in my circumstance, those normal highlights hold no intrinsic value to me. I go to Everest to feel the pain. I go to Everest when I need to wake up and realize the world needs a savior. Soon, I won't have that safety net and eventually, Everest will be out of my reach. But for now, it's my life after a temporary death, it's the quickest way to right mistakes and it's a passage to spreading wisdom.

The finality of losing your life use to be a very scary and a motivating truth for humans. Live the right way, live for the people you love and live for the moment, all with the complete understanding that if you die, however death may approach you, you don't get another chance. The steady decline of morality, the decay of self motivation, all bound by a profound appetite for pleasure and greed caused technological advances that were foolhardy. We aimed for immortality, we sought after ways to extend our life way beyond our natural limitations but we failed in many of those aspects.

Through all those wasteful years of research, one abomination came about and soon worked it's way into being a foundational part of every human's life; an absolute truth, so to speak. All infants would have chips embedded into the back of their skulls for one purpose. If that individual were to die in anyway, they would respawn repeatedly at a determined location until the age of 70. The age limit is there for no other reason except to cut cost and let the elderly die. Too many mouths to feed if we kept it going; ironic given the research that led to the respawn chip was supposedly in the name of philanthropy and goodwill.

Nearly every person on this god forsaken planet uses the system to drug their minds into oblivion or commit crimes that I rather not speak of. I don't blame most of them; we are poor, we are hungry and we have nothing to live for. The Great World Nation is run by an absolute dictator; a man who seeks nothing but power. Why deal with suffering when dying has no impact on your citizens? It is the ultimate scapegoat for him to live lavishly and do as he pleases. Our people live in hell until they are 70 and most will take their own lives. We all anxiously await the day we can die in peace.

Until then, I will come back from the dead with a blood lust that consumes me, a mindless pursuit of vengeance that never waivers. I sacrifice myself to kill the wicked and those that I hunt deserve death by my hand. I use my beloved mountain for justice. The wind gusts violently on the top of Everest and it never ceases. This is my rage for the government and the atrocities it's caused. The cold shivers you to your core and makes you long for warmth. I am here to to warm the hearts of the world and dispose of the frozen hearts that fill our government seats.

My respawn point is fire; it's my fuel. I've been here countless times and each time, I fight even harder to come back.

Death is my purpose. It's either me or them.