the new scar is rather clumsy but your body takes to the new organ easily, nursing it with new blood vessels and nerves.
the plankton did come from ourselves after all.
the organ sends you dreams you were never equiped to bear. it hurts too much to have your eyes open to the breadth of desire possibilities.
you now realize a hunger has reached its fever pitch. you have been given clarity, a small taste of satisfaction, just enough to see how much you still need. you can circle around the edges, pace your cell, but you know these needs are physical. and primal.
what do you want?