Ugh. Oof. Bleugh. Ssss.

And all the air leaves your chest as you’re squashed between today and tomorrow. There’s nothing quite like a head-on. Glass flying. Hot fluid. Screeching tyres. And you come to a stop, pointing the wrong way back where you came from.

Through the rain and smeared lights and spiderwebbed windshield, you see Death isn’t through with you yet. Here comes a 16-wheeler smiling and singing your name and its bull-bar and you become one. And so endeth the parable of the death of a human immortal.

Stop. Wait. I hear something moving. A wheeze and a groan. See teeth covered in blood. A bloody mess smiling up at you from the page. See your reflection in a blowout of ink. These vessels pump more than plasma and platelets onto the page.

These cells are covered in proteins never seen before by Science or God. This data bundle was specifically sequenced to be zipped into you. I’m a key to your lock, a sperm to your egg. If we fuck just right we can bring peace and destruction down on the world.

So, lie back and take it. Take it again and again until it’s spent and lying there beat. Now’s your chance. Take the glass from the bedside table and smash it into its face. Feel a sharp sting as you regrip and shove deeper into its fat swollen neck and twist it until it goes puhh.