Threads Of Forever

The Truth of Reincarnation

Year: 2085

The hum of machines filled the air in the research lab, where theories about life and death, reincarnation, and the very fabric of existence were being tested. The walls were lined with sleek, futuristic equipment—computers that analyzed neural patterns, scanners that mapped brainwaves, and intricate machines capable of tracing the genetic memory buried deep within human cells. This was a place where science and philosophy met, and where secrets of the soul were meant to be uncovered.

Colin adjusted his glasses, his eyes scanning the data on the screen in front of him. The numbers were all over the place, but there was one pattern that he couldn't ignore, one that seemed to emerge again and again: the connection between memories—vivid, seemingly unexplainable memories—and the recurrence of certain patterns in genetic and psychological makeup across different lifetimes. The implications were vast, but Colin knew better than anyone that the truth of reincarnation was more than just an academic question; it was personal.

Across the room, Evelyn was hunched over a separate terminal, her focus sharp as she reviewed an algorithm she had written to track the possible shifts in neural patterns tied to past lives. The glow of the monitor illuminated her face, her sharp features set in concentration. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a messy bun, and the sleeves of her lab coat were rolled up—practical and focused, just like her.

Colin couldn’t help but watch her, his mind wandering for a moment. Evelyn was brilliant—no one worked harder than her. She had been the one to propose the project that had brought them together, the one who had pushed through every obstacle to get their research into the public eye. Her dedication was unmatched. And yet… there was something more, something he couldn’t quite place, something that lingered in the quiet moments between them.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t noticed her before—he had, and he’d always found her captivating. But there was a subtlety in their interactions now, a deeper connection that neither of them had ever explicitly acknowledged. The truth was, he’d developed a quiet crush on her long ago, but he had buried it beneath layers of professionalism and the demands of their work. After all, the nature of their research—unlocking the mysteries of the soul, understanding the cycles of reincarnation—was far more pressing than anything as trivial as a crush. Or so he told himself.

Evelyn, too, had felt it. The pull. The quiet way her heart would race when Colin was near, how his voice could make her smile even when they were discussing the most complex theories. They were colleagues, yes, but there was something undeniably personal about the way their minds worked together. She would never admit it out loud, but she had started to wonder—what if they were more than just two people working on a project? What if they had known each other before? What if their bond went back further than this lifetime?

But as she glanced up at Colin, catching his eye for just a split second, she felt that familiar flutter in her chest. Their connection was still there, undeniable and unspoken. She could tell he felt it, too.

“Evelyn,” Colin said, breaking her from her thoughts. “I think I’ve found something. Look at this.”

He gestured for her to come over, and she quickly crossed the room, her heart unexpectedly quickening in anticipation. She stood behind him as he pulled up a series of neural patterns—lines of data that, to most, would seem meaningless. But to her, it was clear.

“Is this… what I think it is?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Colin looked up at her, his brow furrowed, eyes intense. “I think it might be. The patterns here… they don’t just match the subject’s current brain activity. They match historical data from the same subject’s previous lifetimes. It’s like… they’re remembering themselves.”