Hi everybody! I'm finally working on this fic again!!!! I'm starting over again because I realize that it isn't very good and it has a lot of mistakes. The begining will be really similar, but it will change a lot later.

Standard disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Evangelion, that's why this is called a FANfiction duh.

I woke up and looked at my clock not really registering that it was 2:30 in the morning. Surprisingly enough I did not cry or scream like I thought I should have.

I thought over my memories and could barley discern which were actually mine or which were others. When I gained some sense of my surroundings I realized that I was in my bed at Misato's apartment, not in my eva. That was the last memory I had, well that's not entirely true. I had the memories of every person on earth's perspective of third impact running through my head.

Are you confused yet? I know I am and I'm the one telling the story. Perhaps it would be better if I started from the beginning.

Two days in the future.

I saw the world in millions of different aspects. I knew every detail of third impact and all of the preparations leading up to it. I knew that my father had abandoned me for the sole purpose of using me to complete third impact. I knew that SEELE had been planning this since the discovery of the Dead Sea scrolls. I knew of the Katsuragi expedition and the truth of second impact. I knew about Lilith and Adam and the creation of the world and everything that went with it. I knew every factor, and I was given the choice of whether all of the planning and all of the work would accomplish its goal, or if it would ultimately fail miserably.

I was given the choice of bringing back a perfect copy of the world before the third impact happened.

I was given the choice of creating a world with no rules where I could be completely free.

I was given the choice of death, life, or anything in between.

Sadly at the time I was loosing my mind while staring at a giant Lilith/Rei with a similar Kaworu protruding from its waist. This great decision was placed upon the shoulders of an emotionally unstable teenage boy who has been through hell.

All I can say is whoever picked me is a complete moron.

I talked to Rei, or was it Lilith? She showed me several possible outcomes of my decision. First I was shown a sea of LCL where no one has their ego borders to keep them apart. Then I was shown a world the same as our old one, full of the hate and pain that I know so well. Finally I saw the possibility of rebirth. Asuka and I lying alone on a beach in front of a sea of LCL. I did not wish for any of them. I knew that all of these choices would only bring me more pain.

I did not want to be one with all others, because individuality is what truly separates us, and I would miss the differences.

I did not want the world as it was because too many people were hurting from their past memories and experiences causing pain for them, and me.

I did not want rebirth because then I would only start another cycle of downfall which would only lead to pain.

The only thing I wanted was the world as it was, but without all of the pain. I thought for what seemed an eternity and decided on how I planned to accomplish my goal. Then I chose.

I woke up and looked at my clock not really registering that it was 2:30 in the morning. Surprisingly enough I did not cry or scream like I thought I should have.

I thought over my memories and could barley discern which were actually mine or which were others. When I gained some sense of my surroundings I realized that I was in my bed at Misato's apartment, not in my eva. That was the last memory I had, well that's not entirely true. I had the memories of every person on earth's perspective of third impact running through my head.

I was once told that there are many versions of people. There is the me in my mind, there is the me in Asuka's mind, there is the me in Misato's mind, and in everyone else's minds also. Though they are all different, they are all truely me. Though this confused me to no ends when I first heard it, I understand it now. I also realize that this is true for memories. Though there may be a memory of an event in many people's minds they are all true memories of an event. Even though each person sees the same thing a different way and subsequently has a different memory each person's memory is a true memory. The only way that these memories can ever be eliminated is by the death of the people who contain these memories.

Why am I telling you all this you may ask. It is for one reason.

When I decided on the world of my choice through third impact, I chose a world exactly the same as our old world except for one thing. I changed the memory of the people in the world who were emotionally damaged by a past experiences. I chose to make it so their memories of these events would be erased and replaced with another memory that would not affect their mental status harmfully. I thought that I would create a better world where no one was too hurt by their past to open up to others, like I was. There was one little detail in my plan that I did not foresee though. False memories could be added to anyone and everyone's minds with no problem, but because all memories are real and can only be destroyed by the death of the one who keeps them. The real memories had to go somewhere, and that somewhere was the mind of the creator of this world, me.