Game Over

  She remembered a sign she had seen somewhere - 'Some people only go on living because they are afraid of death.'  A smile grew on her face, a frightening expression.  Are you afraid?  She asked herself the question, and answered it as well.
  "No!  Neveeeer!!"  She leapt from the bridge.
  Then she fell.
  Then she hit.
  Then...black.
  And then, after a while, a trumpet somewhere sounded a tinny little fanfare: Diddle-a-da-di-daa!  The black lit up with words:

CONGRATULATIONS ON COMPLETING LEVEL 4!

UNFORTUNATELY, YOU DID NOT ACHIEVE THE REQUIRED STANDARD TO GO ON TO LEVEL 5.

NOW YOU CAN:

A. REPEAT LEVEL 4

B. EXIT THE GAME

  For a moment, she was confused.  Then her memories came flooding back, and she remembered Herself.  She thought over past failures - so many!
  "I'm sure this level is getting harder every time.  This was much more difficult than my first try, that Bronze Age one."
  She stared at the options.  Repeat level 4...or exit the game.  She could give up, she could leave.  And then what?  What was outside the game?  She couldn't remember, any more than she could remember the game when she was in a level.  Some people only go on living because they are afraid of death.  Are you afraid?
  "A."
  Black.  Then more words in white:

WELCOME TO LEVEL 4!

YOU ARE A: HOMO SAPIENS.
PLEASE SELECT YOUR PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

  She was still thinking about what She had just done.  She could have left the game, but She had been...scared?  She suddenly wondered if anyone had ever left the game.  Had anybody ever completed the last level?  Was there a last level at all?  She couldn't help considering that perhaps, just possibly, no one at all knew what you found when you left the game.
  Then the physical options appeared in front of Her, and She forgot about Her disturbing thoughts altogether.
  "I've never been a boy before, maybe I should try it out!"

GENDER?
  "A - male."
RACE?
  "Um...C - black African/American"  Another first.
HAIR COLOUR: BLACK (PREDETERMINED).
EYE COLOUR: BROWN (PREDETERMINED).

PLEASE WAIT...

  Everything went dark for one last time.  Then, with another brassy fanfare, it became the pulsing red of the womb.  As Her consciousness faded to the mind of a foetus, She was aware of the last message:

YOU ARE NOW ENTERING LEVEL 4!
GOOD LUCK... 

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