And it has found the crack in your skull.
And it is starving for the sound of your submission. End of piece.
Suddenly, the weight of choice is lifted. What will you eat? What will you fear? Whom will you obey? These become not questions, but pulses . primals mental domination
And it begins to hunt.
Watch your own hand as it reaches for the knife. Feel the academic curiosity as your muscles twitch. The primal mind is not cruel. It is efficient . It has no use for guilt, just as a storm has no use for an umbrella. And it has found the crack in your skull
It yawns. It stretches its psychic jaws.
You are wrong.
You realize the terrible truth: You were never a person. You were a symbiont . A thinking coat worn by a beast to navigate the grocery store and pay taxes. And now the beast has shrugged you off.