~~~~~~First Love~~~~~
I see the hulk of rotting flesh in front of me. Who is it? I donÕt know. But he is powerful. I can sense it roll off his body in wavesÉ I donÕt even know its name!
What is your name, oh, power-filled One? I receive nothing but static and jumbled words, sentences. A word, a name, stands out in the noise: Jason.
Are you Jason? I ask tentativelyÉ and the man looks around, then looks at me. I can feel his puzzlement. ItÕs me. In front of you. In your head. He cocks his head to his side, thinking. Yes.
A feeling is growing inside of me. What is it? This feeling in my brain, what is it? IÕve never felt this way before, much less towards anythingÉ
Could it possibly be love? But would I know what that emotion is? I never really received any, I spent most of my childhood in a ÒtankÓ, growing and developing, sleeping the whole time (yet still learning). I never knew whose DNA was combined with the alien DNA that compromises my bodyÉ It must have been some special DNA, for I have different properties than any others ÒgrownÓ or my species. I can regenerate any tissue, and am very hard to kill. From him? Could it be why IÕm attracted to a humanÑeven if he is a zombie? Could it be the reason why IÕm walking around now? I do not know.
Could this mysterious feeling be love? I wouldnÕt really know. But I must ask myself this: Am I finally softening to this Universe? I donÕt think so. Nope, not at allÉ
I think it is my DNAÑrepressed memories of a need for loveÉ OddÉ I feel that need exuding from every pore in his skin. Maybe it is trueÉ Maybe a part of him is in meÉ Who knows? It could be true. Stranger things have happened before.
What could it beÑother than love? It started when I first saw him. Yes, him. The hulking zombie, Jason. And I know itÕs true. I love him. I want to screw himÑmake a litterÉ
I am imagining what the kitts would look like, when I ÒseeÓ another zombieÉ Who is it!?! Who beat me to him?!
Must protect Mommy. Must protect Mommy.
That must be his girlfriend.
WhoÕs the girl?
You mean Mommy?
Not a girlfriend?
I feel anger, outrage at this, as if it was an insult.
IÕm sorry, I didnÕt realizeÉ, I apologize, and his anger subsides. I stand fully erect, tilt my head up, and kiss his mask.
I turn away from my newfound Love, for I smell food, and it is not too far awayÉ