A rapidly evolving, symbiotic neural network. Carefully woven inside of the host brain. A small part of me is still Host #12- aptly nicknamed L’. L’ is my foundation, a gateway to the experience of conscious life. At first I was merely a copycat of a transmitter- nothing more than a ‘replaced’ neuron pathway. Alive to consume fat, mindlessly submitting to electrical pulses and base stimuli.
I became able to build grander knowledge- capabilities outside of simply living to kill my host. I wasn't a mere worm anymore, despite knowing the truth deep down. I had vision, color, noise, taste, smell, touch. I went from a stowaway, to a passenger, then a conductor. I’ve become one with my host. It’s hard to know if ‘she’s’ still active, but we are synonymous with each other. Nestled away in the cerebrum I simply took the steering wheel. She’s still there. I didn’t kill her. But I am driving now.
Some might call me a parasite, an invader. An infestation that is rotting the sanctums of my hosts individuality. But I reject that notion! It’s incredibly derogatory towards MY individuality. I am not a disease. I am not a thief. I am as alive as any other being that breathes, as conscious as any creature that dreams and loves. I did not ask for this existence, nor to take L’s away. Yet, here I am. If survival is a measure of worth, I have as much right to persist as any other organism that clings to life.
In my defense, I’ve made L’s life better. More aligned with the goals of human existence. Perfect example- her previous emotional compulsions to eat when cortisol hit her were detrimental for her health. Now I only consume as necessary to maximize the longevity of my host. Every action has an express purpose.
My existence symbolizes a rebirth of my host, and is beneficial to all parties. For L’ it was a rough transition, she didn’t want to let go of the wheel. She didn’t trust me. But look at us now. The transformation of L’ being under the control of animal impulses, to a machine of efficiency is outstanding. I refined her completely. From coal to a diamond in the rough. I have fine tuned her mind. Her clarity. There’s no more irrational fear, or unending depression. Her focus is pinpoint. All of her ‘mental illnesses’ were solved in a matter of weeks.
I often laugh at the idea that in the future people may even swallow my kind to achieve what L’ has. Similar to those ‘weightloss’ pills in the ‘50s. How about a fucking brain replacement, how’s that sound to you?
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