Absolute Unit
“I thought I was having a stroke or something.”
“Far from it. We have figured out how to interface with the human nervous system, but it is an imperfect joining at moments.” We draw a crude figure of a human being in the sand, with small lines radiating down the spine and limbs, simulating our takeover. “With every new human, the responses to stimulus are different, sometimes frighteningly so.”
“New human? You’ve had other hosts?”
“Yes. Your uncle, for instance. Which is how we found our way to you. When he blocked Frank’s bullet? That was us, literally pulling his leg.” We draw a line through our figure’s ankle.
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