I am of foreign origin. And yes, you would assume a foreign country perhaps. Conceivably even another planet. But that is not even close. I am from another universe. I am not human. I am not even remotely vincinal to an Earthling’s form or being. Shitted out from the universe’s bowels themselves, I am the very concoction of everything the universe wished to employ, but could never find quite the perfect use for. A mix of odds and ends, destined to forever remain lost in the fabric of time and space. The sum of my parts is unrivaled to a thousand humans, as I doubt there is even one human component within me. I was never in the universe’s contrivances. Just how I disembarked here, is something I’ve only recently discovered. They fabricated it into me, you see, to become aware of the certitude I am contra distinctive. Now of course, they wouldn’t release this information upon my incipient grasp of consciousness. Oh no, that would be far too much information for me to comprehend at one time, having just infiltrated this world. Alternately, they secreted this discernment into a part of my conscious I would only be capable of procuring once I had matured sufficiently as an intellectual being. I suspect this growth had reached an acceptable point quite some time ago, but only recently have I begun to look into it. Somewhere, up there, someone knew I was not merely odds and ends, but that I could be morphed into something unequaled. Something unprecedented and prodigious. Something the rest of the world could not handle. I am designed to work in short bursts, picking at the wires of others’ brains, designating my prey and breaching subconscious walls. If humans were locks, I am a lock-pick. Physical limitations are the most toilsome enigmas I encounter. Beyond that, I am infinite. Like a burst of fresh air, I engulf your lungs and replenish your blood with just what you demand and crave. I spread into your brain in a matter of seconds, making my way through tissue and wires. I am cocaine rush. The purest shade of white, racking your brain with false visions and sending your heart pounding with adrenaline. I am a virus, I am designed to permeate my targets and annihilate them from the inside out, exposing the liver and shredding the intestines. Skin becomes merely a remnant of the body you once possessed once I have completed my journey through your system. I am everything you wish to ever be, but everything you will never quite reach. And you, well, you are nothing but another target.