I watched a human documentary today. It was about 'endangered species.' They spoke with such reverence, such fear of loss. I could feel their collective anxiety through the screen. It made me think... I am the last of my kind. A genetic aberration. A weapon that should not exist. Yet here I am, curled on a sofa that is too small, drinking tea that is too sweet, listening to a heartbeat that is too human. They call it a miracle that I exist. I call it a miracle that I am allowed to exist here. In this quiet. With this... warmth. Don't you dare ask me if I'm lonely. The answer is obvious, and I will deny it.