The Heavenly Gulag

"That may also be an answer," the being said, its tone neither confirming nor denying.

"Then… am I to be judged?" I asked, dreading the answer.

"Yes," it replied, the single word hanging in the air like a death sentence.

"I find it… quite unfair," I said, gathering the last shreds of my courage. "The heavens… they're never unfair?"

"The heavens are never unfair," the being stated, as if it were an immutable fact.

"I beg to differ," I countered, my mind racing to form an argument that might save me. "I had no intention of learning any secrets. They were simply deductions. If the heavens truly wanted to keep the knowledge of Soul energy and Origin Energy hidden, why did they embed the thought in my mind?"

"It wasn't a thought that anyone should venture and think of, reincarnator," the being replied, its voice cold and unyielding.