Far, far away, where I come from there is a green wild. Now I stand in front of you, ready to tell everything. People in special suits dragged me out of the swamp. Their showers were the worst. When I reached for the soap…( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) It was capitalism. From then on I had to wash myself everyday. I even started to like the scent of soap, began to accept this…form of life. They never allowed me a promotion. I tried telling them that I know about some things…but they just laughed. They didn’t know, or didn’t want to know, that they made me. I watched them from afar, unseen, potentially lethal. I grew on the surface of their skin. Like a fungus.