The Corrupted Wish Game

[Jeunemaitre]

I wish I could know everything about a person the first time I run into them.
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Your knowledge base grows! Now, whenever you meet someone for the first time, you experience a painful rush of pressure through your skull, which corresponds to the nerve growth that takes place in your mind documenting the minutia of the person's life (rather like the experience of Ashton's character in the Butterfly Effect). The increasing pain of each introduction drives you to eschew the company of people, for fear of reaching a ceiling of tolerable learning. You now are haunted by your memories of all the people who's entire life is documented in your mind, but live as the victim of your encyclopedic knowledge. You begin to reminisce about the good old days of a life that wasn't yours. Not to mention feeling the shame of every embarrassing moments of everyone you know. The events of others' lives begin to supplant your memories of your own life, and a new schism erupts in your mind, as portions begin to split off and believe they are indeed separate persons. You solitary lifestyle is challenged by the multitude of voices in your head.

Eventually, your myriad personalities grab hold of what remains of your body and drag you down the deserted mountain road by which your isolated cabin is served. The first person that happens upon you and asks if you are alright is met with a cacophony of voices, half in whispers and half in blood-chilling screams. This would-be Samaritan offers their name, and your mind begins to absorb their history, but this time is different: this time you realize that there can be only one Robert Perkins, and this man before you cannot be allowed to live under the misguided notion that he is the one. You reach out and strangle him with your bear hands, and relish in the experience reliving a similar vision from his recent past in which his hands choked the life from his hunting partner who had been the partner in an adulterous relationship with Mr. Perkins wife. A new solution has presented itself to you. Your new goal is to seek out and kill all those you have not met, before your mind collects their data and commits it to memory. Good luck with that...

I wish I could take some of these ideas and develop them into short stories, or even novels.