The last thing I remembered was some scientists working on me.

  I looked up and was almost blinded by some kind of light shining right into my face.

  I was confused, so I tried sitting up, but for some reason, I couldn’t move.

  I attempted to yell out but couldn’t make a sound because of some mask on my face.

  I looked around, and I eventually saw two people in lab coats in the corner of my eyes.

  They eventually noticed I was awake, so the one closest to me told me that I was going to be the test subject of this experiment—to see what came after death.

  I wanted to protest, but I knew I did not have a say, since I was a death row inmate. After all, I was falsely convicted of several counts of first-degree murder.

  The man then told the other guy, farther away from me,

  “Close the angel machine.”

  I was then lifted by some kind of mechanism. I noticed some kind of chamber closing around me.

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  When it was fully closed, I thought I was in some kind of tomb.

  I then heard the other man say,

  “Chamber is airtight.”

  “Alright then, start the machine,” the first guy replied.

  I pondered what was going to happen before, all of a sudden, I heard—and felt—some kind of gas spray onto me from inside the machine.

  I tried not to breathe it in, but for some reason, I was forced to.

  My eyes and lungs started to feel like they were burning.

  I tried not to cry, but I couldn’t resist, and tears started rolling down my face.

  I tried to break out and escape, but I couldn’t.

  What was even worse was that I felt my body go limp.

  I knew I was about to die.

  I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell. I just wanted someone to help me.

  “This is inhumane,” I thought to myself.

  I then felt my senses fade out as I was about to pass on.