Hello. I might need to clarify some things before we begin.

This is a fic based off of a few of my favorite worm fanfictions made on a website called Space battles. A few of the ones that inspired it were called I Am Skitter, Prodigal Daughter, and Kaleidoscope, all of which I believe to be dead. I'm writing this fic for the chance to add my own hat to the ring, but also for the slight chance that one of the authors will see this and decide to continue it either out of the joy of seeing someone like their story that much or spite that I'm making a better/worse version (though, evidence is probably pointing to the latter). I am still reading the original web novel. Worm is an amazing piece of work I highly recommend reading. I have been addicted to it for the past few months. I will be learning new things as I read, so apologies if I don't foreshadow future stuff. I'm mostly sticking to my story. I am still working on Calamity's Light. For the four people who cared.

I think that's it. Well, nothing else for it. Let's get into the corruption, shall we?

Prologue A - 0.1

I am a very difficult person to call human.

Though, what makes me human?

Is it my body, in its standard, slightly dull shape of two arms, two legs, two eyes, five senses, a stomach and a heart, a brain and a bladder? No, that same thing could be applied to a monkey.

Is it my mind, with its sentience and awareness of everything that I am, along with trillions of other things that wait just below the surface of the mind until the moment of recollection? No, since there had been recent news about the people of Earth Aleph discovering a species of hyperintelligent mice, and no human would dare put themselves on the same pedestal.

Was it my emotions, with the complexity they can convey, from mild dissatisfaction to full blown rage, from grasping depression to manic joy, from stupid bravery to cowardly fear?

Maybe it was.

Humans are the only species to have such complex emotions; even those Aleph mice only ever felt happy or sad, much like dogs would.

So, if I had a sudden lack of the thing that makes me human…

I do not know what I would be.

I know who I am.

I am me.

I am Taylor.

But I am not human.

Not anymore.