I'm typing. I'm watching. I'm typing again. I hear it. It's a need, a cry, a want. I shudder. "Up, up, uppie!" She wants me. I lift her up in my lap. I slowly feel my insides melt into gelatinous goo. I'm green, slimy, I'm nothing. I'm no one. I'm a giant mass of waste. She wants me. She wants everything I have. I