I lived an ordinary life, and then died.

Even if I were to reincarnate, my past life's memories would probably be of little use. Maybe it'll give me a little better of a HeadStart, a perspective better than a newborn's. At least, I won't have to waste efforts building a new ideology.

One thing I'm certain of is that in my next life... I don't want to be a human.

(Note1: The title is tentative. Will replace it once I think of something better.)

(Note2: The writing style may change as the story progresses. Still experimenting with some things. Would help if I get some reasonable critique.)

(Note3: This synopsis might change too.)