They kept trying until they got us right. But they didn’t stop there. We’ve obliterated every specimen for the past two years. I think through molasses, past buzzing. Think. Analyze. It won’t let me. Nothing to analyze. We have no anatomical data. We have no idea what changes, what “improvements” they’ve made since Miami. Bounding forward on all fours. We have no idea what they are preparing for. And like a warning bell whose source I’ve just discovered, this sudden epiphany returns me to myself. They’re preparing for something the human body won’t sur-vive.
