All I remember about my past life is being brutally murdered and begging fr my life. It haunts me like an echo. I know I was a girl last time and was killed by my husband. I do not know why. I carried facts and useful knowledge back with me this time. Not past human interactions. I was born knowing how to read and write and do math. I have skills I never learned. I just know them.

I do not care who I was before. I do not care who I will be next. I just want to keep the knowledge I gain each time. Next it would be nice to not have Asperger's. It has really been a hindrance to me and kept me from forming relationships with other humans. I would love to know what it feels like to belong. Too be a part of something. Sadly it won't happen this time around. Maybe next?