He shot me in the head with a rifle. They're maybe just a few decades better than the kinds of rifles we can get here, you know, which is to say they're not terribly precise and pack a punch by being messy and explosive.

Can you imagine how painful that is? Of course, considering that it exploded through my skull, it's not a long death, but it takes a while for all the latent electrical impulses to fade from the body, for the soul to slip away for parts unknown which in this case means here.

That's fascinating, right?