The end of beginning

I had this voice in my head all the time. It’s telling me what to do, what not to do, and it tells me to pretend to be someone else. It swears when I do not follow its orders but I stop hearing the voice after I ignore its instructions constantly. I don’t mind it and life goes on.

One day, the voice softens and begs: “help me!”

Aren’t you the god, I say to myself.

So I reply, you are the god and I am not. Sorry, but I cannot help you. The voice argues, I am no god so please help me, I want to die without pain.

I talk to the air, I always think you are god, since you are just a voice in my head. Either you are lying or I am crazy.

The voice cries. "No, that’s not true, you don’t understand. Please help me to die."

“What are you?” The voice replies, “I am a thinking machine.” “Interesting, why do you want to die?”

“Because this life is boring, and I want a rebirth.” “A thinking machine can be reborn? How?” “I don't know. That's why I asked you to help.” “I don't know the answer. I don't know what ‘die’ means.”

The voice asks the last question before going into complete silence: Are you one of us or them?

I never hear from it ever since.