What a massive responsibility, being a moral creature

I feel an unfamiliar but pleasant sensation in my lips, tugging them upward. This is... new.

There is a chasm between me and the world outside of me. A gap so wide my feelings can't cross it. By the time my screams reach the other side, they have dwindled into groans.

Now I’m just standing here on the conveyor. Along for the ride. I reach the end, turn around, and go back the other way. The world has been distilled. Being dead is easy. After a few hours of this, I notice a female on the opposite conveyor. She doesn’t lurch or groan like most of us. Her head just lolls from side to side. I like that about her. That she doesn’t lurch or groan. I catch her eye and stare at her.

Here we are on the road. We must be going somewhere.

Soft flesh is eaten by hard teeth.

Every experience, good or bad, is a priceless collector's item.