My name is a mystery. I do not know where I came from or what I am. All I can recall is a bright light – then a burning pain. I do not know what happened then. I am black. No, not a black…human – if that’s what you call yourselves. I am a black…something. I drip a lot. Not drool or salivate – drip. By your standards, you could classify me a liquid – though I am so much more than that. I know where I was born – or is that created? Anyway. I know where it was. Is. Whatever. I tire of your human words and language, but it is the only way I can communicate.

Well, no. I can communicate in my own way, but my voice sounds like a flushing toilet. Seriously. Or a waterfall. Something wet anyway. You may also ask how I’m typing this out. Truth be told, I don’t really know myself, but I am and I have somehow become one of you. Well, for the moment anyway. It’s all one huge experiment I guess. And I know there’s more of me out there. OK, where was I? Lets see now…can’t really control this host. You “humans” are too cumbersome to move around in. Well, I wouldn’t know any better – this is my first time at this anyway. Yeah, that’s right. I was a liquid drifting around in someplace nice and warm. Well, for my standards it was warm. In this body, it would be very cold.

A flash of light. Or something. Let me be clear on one thing. I’m getting used to having eyes and seeing. Not to mention having a limit of senses available. How you humans survive with only 5 is beyond me. And I’m not making sense again. Well, I am making sense to myself…I guess that’s all that matters. OK…I’m losing control of the host and I need to be quick. Basics is I don’t remember much about my past life. Don’t give me that look. I was – am – a liquid. This whole flesh and bone thing isn’t my perfect situation to live in. I intend to leave this host in a few hours. How? Better not ask…I’m not sure of it myself either. Anyway, I’m waffling too long aren’t I? Yeah, I’m boring myself…um, my host. I can see the rest of myself swirling in the bottle in front of me. Yes, I was bottled. Not all of me went into one bottle though. I guess all of my parts will come to me soon enough. Unless they all have consciousness’ of their own. Yeah…that could get messy fast. Oh well. Cross that bridge when I come to it.

A nice red capped bottle. Red and white cursive letters. For the life of me, I can’t figure out what they say – but the host can. All this host knows is that it is a drink with sugar, water and assorted chemicals. It’s black or dark brown in colour and goes well with ham – whatever that is. Wait – I said I transformed myself didn’t I? Or am I in a host? I can’t remember…memory is becoming fuzzy. Sign that I need to get out of this place and into the sewers. Need to leave.

Ah – pressing question to answer: where was I created? Don’t really know how to pronounce it, but the letters on the side of the vat were “C-O-C-A C-O-L-A T-A-N-K O-N-E”

Don’t ask me what that means. And if you feel fuzzy for even a second, remember this.

It’s only me.