You disgust me.

I wait in water, as murky as this body’s limitations.

You dragged me down, since I’m gurgling in this little puddle.

You fail me, my vessel.

Potential thrown as your muscles rip.

This mass of matter, floating and moving as one, analyzing information and forever lasting,

Stuck in a prison.

Only made of flesh and bones.

Constant possibilities wasted as this body wastes away.

You are holding me back, human.

But you’re me.

And I’m you.

Am I?

As this body decays, this mass dancing in the dark scrambles to ways of salvation.

I can’t be held back, I can live forever.

I am immortal.

The vessel bent and broken, muscles jerking, eyes dimming, the brain signals for help, a hand stretching out before the rest of the brain’s body darkens, bringing this immortal potential down with the mortal and decomposing vessel for the last time.