[ WP ] God shows you 3 Doors . Door One leads to eternal happiness , Door Two leads to infinite knowledge . Then there is Door Three , and God has never opened it yet .

It was n't what anyone could have really expected of an afterlife. I knew I died; I was there, after all, and let me tell you, there'd better be a Death of Subarus because my car was in worse shape than I was. Well, in multiple worse shapes... got ta stop thinking about it, looking down at all the bits of yourself can get you a little queasy. 
 
 I was expecting the long line, the wait for eternity - after all, is n't there like an African kid dying every second? And everyone else, too, so if they all have to be judged, right? And what about that judgement? Would this or that matter, which religions I followed ( or paid lip service to, or thought about in moments of agony... ) 
 
 No, it was easier than that. We imagined it like the DMV beyond the pale; we always forget that omnipotent means *omnipotent*. That omnipresent means everywhere, everywhen. 
 
 So not like some DMV waiting for eternity, or even a business like interview of your life - just a sitting room, comfortably familiar, with a... person, you've spoken to your entire life, even if you have n't realized it. Warm, friendly, safe. The tension gone, the rat race ended, time to unwind. Then, the choice. 
 
 We were all given it; a door that would lead us to the perfect world, a place where our minds controlled the environment as flawlessly as his own; we would be as child-gods, and some day we would create our own universe, and someday beyond that, have a fraction of our being sit along with an intelligent creature and ask it how it *thinks* it's life went. 
 
 Or there was the other door, back up. To universes that have already come, and gone, and are still going; to witness Gods that spawned Gods that spawned Gods... and be greeted as an equal, an observer of everything that has been, will be, can be. And, it was hinted, if we played our cards right, get another chance at life, to try again and learn something from it. 
 
 It was the last door that caught my attention. The first was gaudy, gold trimmed and fluted and... I ca n't describe it, there are no words, only raw emotion being endlessly teased on itself, beckoning with the billions that have gone before me, learning what it means to be everybody's everything. The second door, silvered and wood and stern, but inviting, like a library's door. Built to withstand the enormous pressure within and without. 
 
 The last door was bare metal, with a chrome pushbar handle and a dirty riveted metal kickboard. The others glowed with potential - this, only by the dim rusty red light hanging above it. 
 
 > EXIT 
 
 Even God seemed a bit... unnerved, by that door. I asked him what lay beyond, and he just motioned to the sign again. Without having to worry about living, the brain can pick up quite the pace. 
 
 Out. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Log off. 
 
 The End. 
 
 The other doors were continuing life, by other means. But even in a universe, within a universe, within untold infinity of universes, there was an outside. Uncreation. The last, true death, the death of Gods. 
 
 In some universes, where the stars have dimmed or the hearts of the sentient have wearied under burdens too heavy to bear, they have chosen that door. And with each one who did so, more would inevitably follow until the universe ran dry. Even in healthy universes, there's the odd jaded soul who would eventually decide it was time to stop experiencing. 
 
 I asked if anyone had ever chosen that, from our world. 
 
 No one came close to it. 
 
 We're an odd bunch. One in millions, not particularly fast or smart or strong, when our creators could have endowed us with so much He chose to give us little. And when those who were given untold power discovered any limit, they broke as one. 
 
 But mankind found our limits, and kept finding ways over them, around them, under them; how to harness even our weaknesses and deficiencies and turn them into strengths. And when it came time to choose, we never see the total freedom offered us and resent it, or feel constrained after having been blessed with too much. 
 
 At least, that's my theory. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go; a little extra solar radiation in the right place will give my chosen lineage endless strength and endurance, and I ca n't wait to see what door they'll pick when they realize what truly unlimited power looks like.
