[ WP ] Reincarnation is a proven fact , and a device has been invented to determine who someone 's pasts lives were . To your horror , you 've just discovered one of your past lives was ...

( This is my first submission, hope you enjoy! ) 
 
 There were only 3 people in front of you now. 
 
 You'd been waiting in line ever since the announcement was made; Reincarnation proven, in who's footsteps do you follow? 
 
 It was a discovery that shook the world. Sit in a chair, let a machine scan you, and discover who you were in your past life. You had no idea how the science worked, but renowned scientists around the world had confirmed the machine's authenticity. And so, the masses swarmed the Reincarnation Centers, of which there was only 1 stationed within a 17 hour car ride of your hometown. 
 
 There were 2 people left in front of you. 
 
 The machine had already ruined several aspects of the modern man's life. Last you'd heard, a woman in Canada had Jesus Christ as one of her past lives. There was another fellow in Iceland that laid claim Albert Einstein's genius, though he knew nothing of physics. Hell, in the trial runs of the machine, an infant had been found to be the reincarnation of, despite the test sample being only 300, Adolf Hitler, who had then been abandoned at the 
 testing center, his parents fearing what he might become. 
 
 There was 1 person left in front of you. 
 
 When studies were done, it was discovered that who you were in your past life had almost effect on the kind of person you were. Only the most fervent passions were carried into the next life. The reincarnation of Mozart did n't play an instrument, but he had perfect pitch, an enthusiasm toward classical music, and, surprisingly, absolutely loved heavy metal. 
 
 That is to say, the collective group of people you were in your past life made up the finer details of who you were, for better or worse. 
 
 After waiting 8 hours, it's finally your turn. 
 
 You step into a room full of wires and men in lab coats, and you finally begin to understand how complex this machine must be. As you stand in marvel a woman in a suit approaches you, asking your preferred method of payment. You wave her off with the check you had prepared before you left home, wishing to get the memory of the twenty grand you're spending on this test out of your mind. 
 
 As a man in a lab coat waves you forward you begin to imagine the people you might have been in your past lives. Maybe you'll be able to brag to your friends that you were the reincarnation of a historical celebrity, or a great scientist! 
 
 There are too many possibilities to consider as you are strapped into the chair that may change your life forever. 
 The man who took care of all the preparations for the test finally backs away, looking satisfied. After giving you one last look over he looks at a camera mounted on but one of the walls of the massive machine and gives a thumbs up, and the machine hums to life. 
 
 The test is by no means quick, as evaluating the human soul is no small endeavor, and is estimated to take at least 30 minutes. In order to ensure that the person being tested does n't grow uncomfortable during this time the patient is given the choice to be sedated until the test is over. I decided to be sedated, as I figured my excitement would turn 30 minutes into 30 hours. And so as soon as the machine began to whir, I nodded off, ready to embrace the achievements and glories of my past lives. Queue black. 
 
 When I came to, the first thing I noticed is that I was n't in the chair of the machine, like I should've been, you're supposed to be handed a sheet of paper with your 100 most recent past lives and then escorted out of the facility. However, I found myself in what appeared to be an office building. 
 
 After I had been conscious for about 3 minutes a man in a lab coat entered the room. When I asked him about why I had been moved he replied that the sedative was designed to last 30 minutes, and the machine had only needed a fraction of that time. 
 
 Before I could ask any more questions the man shoved a folded sheet of paper at me, saying it was my results, and again I was overwhelmed with excitement. I came to this place to find out what I might do with my life. I came here to find out who I was. 
 But it was not to be. 
 
 I opened the paper, and started at the top of the paper and worked my way down. I froze. Slowly, I glanced at the man in the lab coat, who was still watching me, and meekly pointed to the paper in confusion. He nodded. 
 
 The paper was blank. 
 
 I was a nobody. 
 
 EDIT: Fixed horrible formatting, screw you mobile.
