Ex Caro Formare

Before It had gained sentience, It only knew hunger. Jaws snapping wildly, eyes peering from all over its body, constant babbling leaking from its orifices, all powered only by an unnatural appetite and the desire to satiate it. It had no real form, not unlike an amoeba. It’s only need was to shuffle through the caves and eat anything that moved… and anything that didn’t move.

However, something changed in It one day. Whether it was the consumption of its last meal or the screams that echoed from it that caused this is unknown, yet for some reason, It had a moment of clarity. If I looked like one of these legged things, It pondered, then maybe I could catch more things. More food would mean less worry, and less worry means more time shuffling around… and more eating. Mostly more shuffling, though.

Unfortunately, It had very little practice trying to be a bipedal form, let alone not eating anything bipedal; yet that didn’t stop It. Gathering up whatever energy it had, It tried to coalesce into a somewhat humanoid form.

It was a surprisingly strenuous effort, one that It had not expected, and it took itself a few tries before it could manage to even begin to morph into a human shape; yet after a few hours of trying, It was exhausted. It gave up, defeated by this failure, and sluggishly squelched back into its cavern.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, as It tried to complete its metamorphic imperative. Attempts were constantly denied by hunger and shrieks, and It was almost ready to give. Yet something burned inside of it, and after months of failure, It tried one final time with resolve to mimic its last meal, a bipedal thing with some sort of hair. With all of its might, It dragged itself into a form similar to what it had hoped for. It was only for a few seconds, but it was the triumph It needed.

Finally, after eight months of horrid consumption and disgusting practice, It had finally figured out how to form itself. The result, while not perfect, was enough to disguise the outside world. With jerky movements and awkward wheezing, It shambled out of the cave and into the light, readying itself for a new future. It was finally time to start a new life as one of the unsuspecting creatures, as a thing with true form.

It was time to be an “Authentic Human.”