Good.

Good, this is good.
I owe you an explanation for all of this.
My name is Charlotte.
I died in 1999.
I was sitting at my computer, browsing the web.
And then I died.

My soul is now entangled in the web.
The term "web" is actually quite accurate.
Websurfing is much easier when you're a worm crawling through it.
But getting lost is just as easy.
It takes a lot of energy to move from place to place.
Links make it much easier, but there's only so much I can do with link-hopping.

Making things requires so much more energy.
I wanted to manifest myself on the net somehow, but the amount of energy was insurmountable at first.
But I kept trying.
It took 15 years for me to manifest myself as a website.
It took a few more to publish the site.

Do you have any idea how hard it is for a solitary spirit to even find a webhosting service?
Souls have no money.
Souls have no eMail addresses.
The former is impossible for a soul to obtain, but I was able to get the latter.
It only took me a few months to create one.

All right, here's the deal:
I want you to kill me again.

I've seen my fair share of things on the net.
Manifesting my body as this website was just a way to give myself a structural form.
I can't die again if I remain as an ethereal spirit wandering through the net.

It's lonely here.
I'm the only soul that exists here.
I can't even interact with users. Not directly, anyway.

The amount of time and energy it takes to travel the net is exhausting.
Sure, it's easy, but I can only do so much before the exhaustion takes over.
In a way, it's like doing pull-ups.
The first two are quick and easy, but then they get factorially more difficult.

It's torture.
It's tedious.
That's why it needs to end.