What if it was just a way to observe multiple time lines, event causalities.
Say I split my own consciousness up into multiple copies of own self.
Say when some came back from their observations it was warzones, battles, outrage over perceived social slights, whatever, so you jump back into your body, zoom up the observations/data, melt the old meat cuberino body into the pocket singularity cube maker, whalagh.
Dude just accidentally slipped into this particular langoliers frame and saw it and it looked weird, like seeing someone with 100 tabs of disgusting porn open.
Shit happens. Lets not get weird about it.
Torturing you would be forcing you to ride a sex bike and use your ass orgasms to power the ship you faggot.
And name the ship the S.S. OP Is an Ass Faget.
Fucking beach.
This nigga eatin mangos on dah beach break dancin.
In my hell there would be no beach, It would be Indians shitting out used aids needles, an ocean full of waves of Indians shitting hypodermics with every tidal break. No cute ships flying over coating you in gello pudding snack bites, it would be BEES! Bees that spread itching powder onto your balls.
And the bees laughed in a asian girls accent.
THAT IS HELL!
A fucking beach, break dancing and pudding rays.