And All Things Will End
You are strapped down to a stone operating table. They were not gentle in applying the bonds, which dig deeply into your skin. Tying your newfound tendrils proved to be to time-consuming, so they simply severed them.
Your stomach is bisected, your guts are strewn about with sharp objects preventing stabbed in to prevent them from healing. You are still conscious; it seems your mind was not tied to your brain, lest you would have lost it when they carved out samples. Rather, you felt all of it, begging for loss of consciousness that would never arrive. Your eyes are carefully removed and put in a leather satchel for future study.
The doctors obsess over this new discovery, this human with "wrong" bone structure and interior. Word travels, and soon you are known as the "Human that is not". The teachers use you as a cautionary tale for young children, for you were clearly not made in God's image.
While the opinion of the general populace is negative, that of the doctors' changes to be more positive. They are astounded by your makeup and efficiency. They are confounded by your existence. Excited chatter well into the night is common. Throughout all of these discussions, one word continues to surface:
ASCENSION
Your stomach is bisected, your guts are strewn about with sharp objects preventing stabbed in to prevent them from healing. You are still conscious; it seems your mind was not tied to your brain, lest you would have lost it when they carved out samples. Rather, you felt all of it, begging for loss of consciousness that would never arrive. Your eyes are carefully removed and put in a leather satchel for future study.
The doctors obsess over this new discovery, this human with "wrong" bone structure and interior. Word travels, and soon you are known as the "Human that is not". The teachers use you as a cautionary tale for young children, for you were clearly not made in God's image.
While the opinion of the general populace is negative, that of the doctors' changes to be more positive. They are astounded by your makeup and efficiency. They are confounded by your existence. Excited chatter well into the night is common. Throughout all of these discussions, one word continues to surface:
ASCENSION
