[ WP ] Time freezes every time someone is about to die . You can not change their fate but you can speak to them in their frozen state to give them closure before they pass .

Another one. After awhile, it got really tiring. Really. Seeing someone about to die in my head... some things just ca n't be passed over. There is no `` skip'' button on these things. 
 
 Whenever the flow of time stops, I'm the first to know. Hell, I'm the only one to know that time even stopped. The other person is, but they do n't live to tell the tale. I find that person in my mind, their mind linked to mine. We speak, we talk, they cry, I might cry if it's a bad enough sob story for a life, but when they are fine with entering oblivion I know I did my job. I destroy the link and time rolls forward once again. 
 
 I wonder what will happen to me when I do n't find any minds linked to my own and see that time has stopped. Reckon I'd just tell myself to get busy dying. 
 
 Once again, someone is about to die. Every second, three people die. I tell each one that every little thing's going to be alright and not to worry about it, and that's all it takes. Some need convincing. I tell them that their pets are going to be fine, but their loved ones will miss the poor bastard that I'm talking to at the moment in my mind. At least that gives them some closure, knowing that someone out there loves them and that they'll be missed. That usually is all it takes to end the link and bam, one less person on Earth. 
 
 This job is n't easy. Comes with it's very own office, actually. There's no chair, or desk, or a lamp, only a light on top. It's all soft inside, and I get my very own suit. I ca n't move my arms very well in it, and my feet are sort of cold, but I ca n't complain. Food on the table every day three times a week, flexible schedule, work from home. My boss really likes me. She's all nice to me, when other people tell me I'm a freak and tell me to stop it. She's pretty nice and patient with me, since talking to someone who is about to die takes some time. Even frozen time takes time, as funny as it sounds. 
 
 Here's a gem I remember. 
 
 Time stopped again. I was drinking my nutritional shake ( a healthy diet means a healthy life ) and could n't do anything, the vanilla flavored shake failing to go up the straw.. In frozen time, nothing can move except my brain, the neurons firing signals far into a different person, an entire conversation happening faster than an atom's electron can emit a photon and go down an energy level. Crazy, but that's true. 
 
 *Please, sir, please no, no, no! I'll do anything, just don't-* a tiny voice kept pleading. It sounded scared. Maybe someone was going to kill that little voice. Sure sounded like it. 
 
 *Hi there. So, you're having some trouble? * I answer. It's what I do, but considering someone's about to die, you really ca n't say much of anything without saying something offensive or overly morbid. 
 
 *I'm about to die. I ca n't move, and there's a voice in my head. * 
 
 *Not just a voice. I'm Mark and you're about to die. * 
 
 *Of course I'm about to fucking die! Should've stayed inside, playing video games, eating my pizza... * 
 
 *Look man, death is n't that hard. * 
 
 *No. It's not that hard, but dying is. Dying is painful. I have a girlfriend, what will she do? My mom, my dad, my brother? How will they-* 
 
 *Chill. I know things look bad now. It will get better. In death, there's nothing. It's true; I died once, my heart stopped. The darkness took me, and then nothing. I't like I slept all day-* 
 
 *No! I've done bad things, I did horrible things. I'm going to Hell anyways. * He sounded resigned to his fate. 
 
 *There is no Heaven, there is no Hell. There's nothing. Ever sleep? * 
 
 *Yeah? * 
 
 *This is just like sleep. Except you do n't wake up and you do n't feel a thing. Do you like sleep? * 
 
 *Yeah. But how come... who are you? * 
 
 *I'm Mark. I'm here to give you closure before you die. * 
 
 *But... * 
 
 *You're about to die. I'm Mark. I died long ago, and then woke up a minute later. I'd rather have preferred death, but this left me with a gift to talk to those about to die permanently. * I never once encountered anyone who died and was brought back to life. I guess this meant that my conversations were predetermined. 
 
 *Your loved ones will grieve for you, your girlfriend will, your brother will. * Sometimes I'm wrong about family members; I frequently encountered kids who were beaten too hard; those were the most painful ones that drove me nuts. It drove me nuts. Why would anyone ever hit a kid? Why kill a kid? I never knew who I encountered; only that they were about to die, but they had to tell me the details of who they were. I do n't know everything in this world. 
 
 And he was gone. I guess that was enough. Or he died and the connection was dropped. I guess he liked sleep a lot, and knew that he was n't going to be forgotten for all time. This is an easy one. Talking to so many people will drive anyone insane. 
 
 After all, that's why I have such a nice soft office with a suit I ca n't move my arms that well in and a good nice boss. Good thing they provide vanilla Soylent.
