Vossk Victus: A Short Story

Vossk had pretended to be Human for some years now. In the darkness of an early abyss he had wondered what it meant to really, truly belong in a world-wide family of squishy, organic primates. He had come a long way since then, though, and briefly recollected the dreariness of those foggy, forgotten days. Despite those recollections, Vossk thought of himself as a legitimate, stable, and legitimately stable Human being who was just as worthy of the skin as anyone else that walked the Earth. On days like today, however, the thrill of being something that he was not was still not enough for Vossk Victus.

The illumination of the impressive computer monitor was too bright for his eyes every day. The screen was not particularly bright but something about the light was overburdening. Something about the light was just too much. Often, through squinting at the light, he found himself staring at the home page of a website that he used to do all of his work. With so many options, he stared relentless into a white void with what seemed like too many options for anyone to reasonably use. He would wonder for a second if anyone could actually keep track of everything on the website but he would quickly fall back
Our mechanical monster is more of a mystery to himself than to an onlooker or a friend. That is to say that he is even more profoundly, more completely clueless about his own existence than even you are at this current moment. If you were to skin Vossk like you would skin a cat or other small mammal you would probably find something that would be completely shocking and severely disturb you, your family, anyone you’ve ever met and would totally destabilize what you thought you knew about life and reality in general. Luckily, there is no mammal or robot that is forcibly subjected to the removal of their skin in this