[ WP ] A device has been invented that allows the user to gaze upon Heaven or Hell . Hell is terrifying , and those who see it often need counselling . But their terror pales compared to those who witness God 's domain .

The damned didnt scream. It was silent all throughout the hellscape. Eternity has worn on the tortured souls, even writhing was beyond them. They all looked the same, I noted, wearing the cloth of thousands of metallic wires, scraping off the ever further scarring skin with every labored movement. Their path was a mystery to even those who delve into this world for research, for a living. The endless lines stretched across the grey expanse. Color could no longer exist in the presence of such agony. I switched off the room, writing my first experience of hell into my journal before it wrote itself into my psyche. The worst part was that I knew some of those people, this machine took me to people I would recognize. Not by face, but by deeds. I saw my rapist, gaunt face bobbing as he was marching forward, the most profound fear and pain I've ever seen. I saw my grandfather, the man who put me through college, and earned me my best job, and even introduced me to my wife. He suffered the same torture. 
 After weeks, and many warnings from my colleagues, I switched the machine back on, and chose the setting `` heaven'' 
 
 None of what I was told could prepare me for what I saw. 
 
 I was taken through the tunnel, or what we perceive as a tunnel, and was deposited into a softly lit room. I was acknowledged by the short, cute brunette sitting at a desk against the center of the wall. She looked up at me with passing interest, and I wondered how she reacted to the first few living visitors. She gestured to a door with patience, and said I was allowed 10 minutes. I found this curious, as many friends of mine spent a much longer time in there, rest their souls. I entered and gasped; it was beautiful. I was told it would be, and that I should take solace in that. I could earn my way there, I was told. We all could. Walked through the forests, and deserts, and the tundra, the beautiful landscapes dotted by happy looking homes of the inhabitants. I was told to never enter them, but I only had three minutes left after exploring for what seemed like hours, and my curiosity had bested me. I chose a quaint bungalow on a private looking beach, and I knocked. I waited for what felt like 20 minutes, though only 1 had passed. Finally, I decided I needed to see, I had to know how I could possibly live in heaven one day. 
 
 I still had a minute and a half left when I logged out of the machine, vomiting and sobbing. They were dead. The family of 5 was sitting at the table, pre-emaciated, and now rotted. The baby was in his mother's lap, against her stomach, held to the very end of their second lives. I tried to seek out others who would speak of the experience, and found a new friend, someone who walked in on a similar scene, a mother with two daughters, sitting by a fire, though the affects of weather were n't felt in that world, also emaciated, also rotted. It seems that everyone has starved to death. There is little food in heaven. I learned later, that one can die of many things in heaven. Starvation, physical attacks from others, and even accidents. Worst of all, though, is that even if one were able to easily eat in heaven, many people were found to have died of old age. Heaven is an unsustainable eternity, ending for those who earned it, in non-existence. I'm almost glad grandpa went to hell.
