One of these days my hubris will lead my fingers right into that thing. But until then, I will make exceedingly precise cuts, getting mere centimeters away from the 5,000 SFRM monster that wants to drink my blood. But I am human-born, my people travel seas and scale mountains and fly above the world. And if they day comes when the products of our innovative mind devour their masters, then I will be content; for the existence of mankind is good, and the monster that devours me is only the mechanism by which our desire to venture is satiated.
