Human Recycling Plant

I was going with my family to a human recycling plant, a facility that handled various kinds of disposal, putting people to sleep, and the consequent grief counseling for their loved ones. Apparently this was a place everybody had to go to from time to time to help out the planet or something. First we put our electronics and other valuables in sticky bags to be broken down into reusable components. Then we were split off and sent to various rooms with a random selection of other people. In each room, everybody would go to sleep, and based on some mysterious calculation (maybe it was random?), some participants would become immortal, some would wake up and leave unscathed, and some would stay asleep and then die in an explosion.

It was understood that the people who died were sacrificing themselves so that the others could live, since apparently the facility had to fill some sort of quota. I remember I was one of the neutrals, but chose to stay behind and die in an explosion to save other people. Then I respawned(!), and went up to the second floor. Two brothers, who were Mario and Luigi yet also personifications of the Earth and sky, were running amok and throwing people around with their newfound immortality-given gravity powers. I told them Peach had died so they would give up their immortality.

Then I remember choosing to be left behind to die in order to save Jhin. He repaid this kindness by killing me when I respawned — an act of love, in its way, though also extremely rude. I decided to design a League of Legends champion based on this backstory of dying for and then being killed by Jhin. She had lines for whenever Jhin killed her and when she narrowly avoided death by his hand (something like, “Sorry! My summoner doesn’t want me to die yet”).

I ended up at what was supposed to be my aunt’s house, but was actually this super messy bungalow covered in lots of receipts. Another aunt asked me if I minded being killed by Jhin. I said no. She nodded and said to me, “then that’s true love.”

I don’t really buy it.

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