Scylla. One returns with more weight. Another - having lost yourself.... It only seems - there is nothing worse if you are persecuted like a hunted wolf. In reality, as it turns out, there are worse situations. It’s worse if ex-colleagues bully you. If in your veins there is not blood, but a monstrous mixture of chemistry, in which natural body fluids seem to occupy a minimal percentage. If at the very least I can’t be stuffed with implants and sensors. If I’ve just realized that you were left alone for a short time, I barely stood up on the ground that was slipping from under my legs, breaking from weakness, and tore everything out of my own, still living flesh, whatever I could: tubes that greedily sucked into you, taking away for study not only parts of the body, but also the tormented soul itself; wires that pierced you with a deadly light, wondering if you could defend yourself, if you could escape this death.