Medicated Meat

To them, we are just medicated meat. Transmitters for their eternal commercial broadcast. Conferences and committees assimilate every fiscal mating season to exchange fluids, and then give birth to new enticing modern amusements. We feed their children. We murder their slaves (the "Gooks"). And we shine and everyone around us shines -- we try so hard to outshine the sun, and in doing so, we eventually burn to death.

And so, look at us now, and how well we've ignited ourselves and the wonders we've chosen not to see. Our once fragile, organic flesh is becoming synthetically sanctified in this new corporeal spirit. However, "when that which is perfect comes", into the mind and into humanity, many will witness the many clinging to their commercial souls, and sadly few will welcome the inevitable metamorphosis into historical dust, and the transfiguration into something indescribable.