I was a genius that could do anything

Everyone had great expectations of me… that was too much.

After I died saving the life of an important person, God wanted to thank me by giving me a new life.

I asked him to make my abilities average.

Turns out that despite being so smart I had a poor understanding of probability theory.

Average doesn't mean being in the "middle" between two extremes, and it doesn't mean the privileged life of an "average" Japanese schoolgirl.

It means simply to gather the data of every single being that has lived and divide it by the number of people that have been.

"Average" is not what you see on the street every day. Turns out, those people, the "average" people, are actually very lucky individuals.

"Extreme" poverty is average. Dying before reaching adulthood is average. Dying at childbirth is also average.
(That is, once you consider all human history. Only very recently has that trend changed, and not very much, to be honest.)

Worse of all, miscarriage – never leaving the womb – is the most average destiny of them all.

My next life ended almost fast as it started.
My new mother didn't even have a chance to notice she was pregnant. This too, is average.

Perhaps God knew this would happen. Perhaps he realized my true wish.

Every human being is a statistical miracle. Nothingness arises to become consciousness. The possibilities are infinite. The world is theirs to shape.

The burden of being alive, the expectations that came with the gift of self-awareness…that was too much.

I was a genius that could do anything,

Therefore I chose to become nothing.

In an endless universe that is mostly empty, this too… was average.