[ WP ] When you die , you are reincarnated with no memory of your past life . It is , however , possible to view the list of people you have been in past lives . You find out you were someone unspeakably horrible .

This is my first attempt at this so well, here it goes. 
 
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 Eric Robert Peters. No matter how Lana looked at it, the name would n't go away. It was there on the screen printed in a bold font and was undeniably hers. 
 
 Oh she could argue that the results were wrong as many politicians do, but time and again the science has proven it to be correct. Past Lives Inc. was never wrong. A grandiose statement of course but every accusation of error had been defeated by interdependent testing. 
 
 That name sat there on the page. The most notorious serial killer of the twenty first century. The man that children scared each other with by saying that `` Eric People Eater is going to get you!''. Something that she herself had yelled on playgrounds in her youth. Funny how true that statement was now. 
 
 She stood in the lobby of Past Live Inc or PLI as they called themselves, while the bored woman behind the desk tapped away at her screen. Muted happy sounds emanated from the computer, clearly she was playing a game of some sorts. Lana nervously laid an encoded key on the desk and waited for a few moments for the secretary to notice. After a while she cleared her throat which resulted in a deep sigh and the attention of the secretary. 
 
 `` Wait here.'' The woman, Diana according to her name tag, took the key and plugged it into a terminal behind her. After a few moments it beeped and displayed a cheerful green. 
 
 `` Damn.'' Lana thought. 
 
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 When reincarnation had been proven almost 200 years ago it had become a new ritual that people included in the writing of their wills to leave an encoded message to the future selves. Companies like PLI, Remember Me, and Memories had sprung up all over the place. The market for people wanting to know who they used to be was very strong. People paid six to eight months salary just to find out who they were. Even finding out that you were a `` New Soul'' was something of a big thing because you're a clean slate and ready to leave your mark on eternity. People would rejoice when they found out that they used to be Albert Einstein, Shannon Louis, or Lou Gehrig. 
 
 Even when the soon to be President of the United States, Saul Rodriguez learned that he used to be Adolf Hitler, he celebrated it and often joked that every day he lived he was a better man than he used to be. There was something a little better about it back then though. Hitler never recorded a message to his future self. 
 
 `` End of the hall and last door on the left. The room is open if you want to watch the recording. ``, Diana said with a tired voice. She took a deep breath. `` As per company policy, all recorded data is private and viewable only to intended recipient. No recording devices may be used to archive or transfer the information outside of the viewing rooms. The drive you hold now will not work outside of the room and will be destroyed after you leave as per the Past Life Anti-Discrimination Act. Past Lives Inc. would like to remind all clients that the actions of former selves do not have an effect on you and we welcome you to leave your own recording for the future.'' 
 
 Lana held the drive, no bigger than her finger in her hand like it was the hand of a dead man. In a sense it was. She thanked Diana and walked to her room and closed the door. 
 
 A pedestal was in the middle of the otherwise empty room. A single rectangular hole in the top of it. She took a deep breath and plugged the drive in. She had to know. She could n't just walk out without seeing what was left behind. 
 
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 An ethereal 3D image of a man in his 40's flared to life to the left of the pedestal. He was dressed head-to-toe in a orange prison uniform. Beside him sat a very large plate of half-eaten food. Slices of pizza, chicken legs, cake, candy bars, etc littered the plate and the bench that he sat on. 
 
 She recognized the face from documentaries, Eric Peters. Scruffy yet not unattractive. His bone structure was visible in his face and exposed arms. She recalled that he had been on a hunger strike in the days up to his execution though she could not recall why. This holographic recording had to have been taken just a few hours before he drew his last breath. 
 
 `` Hello.'' 
 
 She jumped in spite of herself. 
 
 `` This is odd. I do n't know what to say. I guess I could say sorry? Some poor bastard is watching this now and wondering what on Earth he did to deserve this. I assume that you probably still know who I am though that might be a bit conceited of me. You do n't kill 37 people and get forgotten do you? Eating a few of them probably sealed the deal.'' 
 
 `` So I guess this is where I tell you that what you read about me was wrong. I'm really some innocent guy that was framed and that you used to be some lowly banker that got mixed up in the crime of the century. HAHA. Sorry buddy, keep dreaming.'' 
 
 He drew a deep breath. He glanced around nervously and leaned out of the recording area then returned back. 
 
 `` Good they left me alone.'' 
 
 His voice dropped to a barely a whisper, `` This is n't the first time you know? Oh no. When I was 22 I went to PLI and watched me from the past describe in horrifying detail how Shane Adams had killed nearly a dozen people and got away with it. How his soul was on a mission through time to eliminate the Settana as he called them. I thought he was crazy but the more he talked I realized he was right. I could see the Settana everywhere. I had no choice, I had to continue his work and so do you.'' 
 
 Lana shrank back in horror. She had no idea who Shane Adams was but the idea that the man before her had been changed by what he had watched scared her. She tried to will herself to rip the drive from the port and leave now but found no strength to move. 
 
 ``... corner of your eye. You can see them ca n't you? I know you can. We've always been able to. Even as a child I could.'' 
 
 He leaned back and shook his head slightly then leaned forward again, `` I made a mistake since I'm sitting here and on my way to die but you can do better because we get better every time. I got 37 of them.'' 
 
 A wry smile came to his face, `` I probably should n't have ate any though. I do n't recommend that. The taste...'' 
 
 `` NO! LEAVE GET OUT'' Her mind screamed at her to leave the room but she remained. 
 
 ``... box 89921. You'll find everything I learned about them. How to remove them from this world. We have to continue the mission. If you fail then make sure you pass this on to the future. I almost was n't able to but my little hunger strike worked. Well, good luck future me.'' 
 
 The image vanished and she was left in the dark room. Fear gripped her and she sank to the floor. She had come saved for years to come here and learn about her past. Now she regretted everything. Her family would be eager to learn what she had learned though it was considered impolite to ask. She had to lie of course. Make up a name, a caretaker from some foreign country would do. 
 
 Gathering herself together she removed the drive and left the room. Diana hunched over her desk and spared a brief glance at her `` In the grinder there to the left. We hope you return to continue the chain. PLI wishes you a happy day.'' She barely glanced up from the screen. 
 
 Lana turned toward the door when she caught it. It was brief and just in the corner of her eye but unmistakable. That was n't a human sitting there at the computer. SETTANA! Eric was right! 
 
 She dashed from the building and entered the crowded street. Everywhere she looked she spotted them. Oh there were not many but they were there. That man on his phone by the fountain, no a Settana on his phone. The Settana hiding in a little boy playing with his dog. Another drove taxi past her. They were all around! 
 
 Box 88921. She had to find out what was in the box. It was a few hours drive but she had to find out. Eric was right, the mission must go on.
