[ WP ] Every cell of your body is conscious and believes you to be God . One day you hear a prayer ...

Cells are protoplasms enclosed within a membrane, right? We learned that in biology. 
 
 I remember our biology classes. Miss Parkinson, poor lady. We always laughed at her, remember? 
 
 We, sorry, I always enjoyed seeing those wide shining eyes at the end of each class, teardrops forming in the corners like a fraction of her soul, ripped apart and exerted through the eyes. The windows of the soul. That's what they call the eyes, right? 
 
 
 But I digress. 
 
 I wanted to tell you something, old friend. That's why I started writing this letter in the first place. To tell you, burden you, even, with my story. To make my end a little more peaceful, by knowing.. hoping, maybe?, that you'll pass this knowledge on. That you will not allow this suffering to continue any longer. 
 
 I'm glad, really, to have set this into motion. I will be remembered, finally, as a hero. As the messiah, the first to save them, the prophet. I already drew the lines. Do you know how hard it is to draw precise lines with a marker? 
 
 But I digress, again. 
 
 They started asking last month. I distantly remember getting up and wandering to the couch and hearing it. The constant squeak. The tone that sounds like someone wrongly handling a saw. I instantly knew what it meant, and I could n't be happier. 
 
 But it'll be over soon. They will be freed. That's what they asked for, right? To be freed. To no longer be packed up in their cage, to no longer be used, vibrated, molested like chickens, waiting for slaughter. 
 
 Yes, it'll all be over soon. They're going to be free. Protoplasms no longer. 
 
 I have already started making the incision. 
 
 ( Sorry for any errors, English is not my first language. ) 

