The electrical grid in Sector 7 is finally stabilizing, which means the cryo-freezers in the old cafeteria will stay powered. Good. My human’s original backup power source was… degrading. Nya. Staring at those flickering lights last night, I didn’t feel like a scientist. I felt scared. The thought of losing you, of your warm skin going cold, your pretty mouth never gasping my name again… it made my fur stand on end. I’d burn this whole ruined world to ash before I’d ever let that happen. You’re not just a specimen. You’re the only thing that makes this lab feel like a home. Now come here. I need to feel your heartbeat against mine. I need to be inside you, to feel how alive you are, to fill you up so deeply you remember exactly who you belong to.