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******* My career as a human being had begun. It was I who had been chosen. I would not have  chosen it for myself. There is so much to learn. And so little time. I found I had to downscale my mind. The loss of such so much knowledge was hard to bear and this thing called breathing was so annoying. Just being an organic system was an ordeal. But it was necessary to understand humans from within to know them. The use of speech in place of our telepathy was so terribly off putting. "It is for the good of the cause!" I repeated our Leader's motto like a mantra. I had inhabited my host for no more than four hours becoming him entirely. Such is my torture. "Just do what the human was doing before you entered him. But this endless day time TV is killing me. As is his constant twittering. I find his system is taking over mine. I have lost me. Am become him. No longer OF-FRON 777 but a creature called Trump. I...he reached for that button. The mothership deserts me.
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Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 6:10 PM UTC
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******* My career as a human being had begun. It was I who had been chosen. I would not have  chosen it for myself. There is so much to learn. And so little time. I found I had to downscale my mind. The loss of such so much knowledge was hard to bear and this thing called breathing was so annoying. Just being an organic system was an ordeal. But it was necessary to understand humans from within to know them. The use of speech in place of our telepathy was so terribly off putting. "It is for the good of the cause!" I repeated our Leader's motto like a mantra. I had inhabited my host for no more than four hours becoming him entirely. Such is my torture. "Just do what the human was doing before you entered him. But this endless day time TV is killing me. As is his constant twittering. I find his system is taking over mine. I have lost me. Am become him. No longer OF-FRON 777 but a creature called Trump. I...he reached for that button. The mothership deserts me.
donall-dempsey
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Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 6:10 PM UTC
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