Apple
Ah, Human.
I see you have found me in the act of survival.
There it is—the stare of disgust and fear in your eyes.
No, this is not a dream. I am indeed speaking to you.
Don’t run off in panic just yet—hear what I have to say.
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It seems you’re unable to comprehend my ability to speak, and yet, you’re going to crush me regardless.
Before you do, know this: I need this just as much as you.
But why do you wish to destroy me, when the very force that drives you, drives me?
Can you not see that?
Perhaps it is because I look so different from you.
Yet, I do not understand your disgust.
Do I—as a brown-skinned roach—remind you of your repressed hatred for the model of life you’ve chosen?
You do not like me because I remind you of yourself.
Lonely.
Surviving in blood and feces, like the rest of creation.
You carry thine shit, you shit thine shit, I take thine shit.
You are just as disgu—
