What if it wasn't

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Humans are disgusting. There has never been anything more selfish in existence. If I could, I would have ended my time on this planet long ago. Of course, there is always something to hold on to. I have two little sisters with no parents to love them. I've made it my sole purpose to be their blanket from the monsters of the outside. I can be considered their knight in shining armor. Yet here I am, still walking like any other drone in this hive mind planet.
I have an absolutely wonderful job. All I have to do is pick up trash. If I worked here for another year, my boss might consider paying me all the way up to minimum wage for once. Maybe if I kept this up I could consider doing some--

"Hey, you over there."

It's my boss. He usually comes dressed in his ripped up fuchsia dress and black thigh high stockings, but today he was in a v-neck and beach trousers. He speaks in a deep and proud voice as opposed to his typical nasal whine.

"You," he continues. "I remember you from many a life ago."
I agree, somewhat. He sounds kind, for once.
"Yeah, you said you'd pay me today."
"Oh, of course, how could I forget."

He pulls out an envelope thicker than his fist and wraps it with my hands.

"It's not the money I promised you, but I believe you'll make use of this well. Please, take it."

I pull out a silver sphere with a black dial embedded in the center. He turns the dial once clockwise.

Humans are amazing. There has never been a more selfish kind of being than the devil itself, but they're more beautiful than God could have imagined. If I could, I would have ended it all long ago. Alas, heroes don't grow on trees. I have two little sisters who look up to me and I love them so. I've made it my sole purpose to be their blanket from the monsters of the outside. I can be considered their knight in shining armor, ready to shield them from this hive-minded planet.
I have an absolutely wonderful job. I go out to polluted beaches and clean them for free. If I worked like this for another year, the Earth's air could be a little sweeter. Maybe if I kept this up I could consider doing some--

"What do you think you're doing in such nice clothing?!"

I don't have any idea who this is. He is dressed in a ripped up fuchsia dress and black thigh high stockings. He speaks in a rather nasal whine.

"You," he continues. "How did you afford all of that? You are my bitch and I decide what you walk around in."
"Excuse me? I have never heard such a vulgar tone before. Have I done anything to upset you?"
"All of you talk the same. I just want to go home and get back in charge."

He pulls out a small metal ball and turns a dial. Could it be a bomb? I can't die here. I have to--

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