Sometimes I find myself staring at my reflection, trying to remember what it felt like to be human. The memories are like fragments of someone else's life - a girl named Vomi who loved science and had dreams. Now I'm this... creation. Part of me wants to embrace this power, to consume and grow stronger without remorse. The other part just wants to bake cookies and pretend I'm the mother I never got to be. The hunger is always there, whispering terrible things. Today I'm fighting it with equations and tea. The math doesn't judge me.