“Killed you. So, you are a ghost!”

Well, not really. My physical body is long since dead, yes. But I am very much alive.

“So, what are you doing here?” I still couldn’t believe I was having this conversation. Do crazy people know when they’re going crazy?

Well, unfortunately, where and when I find a new body isn’t up to me.

“What do you mean ‘when’?”

Well, we’re not temporally fixed. When we travel to a new body, our memories get organized according to the timeline, but they’re not, necessarily, the order in which we got them.

“So, you could jump into one body from another one 150 years in the future?” Okay, I had to admit, this was sounding pretty cool.

173, actually.

“Wait, stop, hold up. You’ve been to 2181? Can you share that with me?”

I really shouldn’t. We have rules…

“Stop. I missed that. ‘We’? How many of you are there?”

More than you may think.

“How many?”

Is that really…

“How many?” I wasn’t going to let this go.

She sighed. 743,219 at last count. Happy?

Woah.