The Underbelly Above Us

What would make a being want to stand upright adorning themselves with fitted garments and trinkets embracing colorful gaudy interruptions to their nature? What would make them feel they are entitled to dominion over all the others, those without intentions to deceive, honestly portraying their integument?

We have seen the images. We have heard the stories of their mechanical tools; some innovatively used for moving from one place to another, some used for preserving and saving life, and then there are others, the instruments used with the express intent of extinguishing life, more often than not with senseless purpose.

What could those up above us know of our existence deep below the surface where the Alloy Gods keep us safe as we slither peacefully between the layers of nickle and iron, traveling from place to place of our own volition, all of us equally measured in status regardless of size, of shade, one and all of us epicenes living with the comprehension we need to survive, unwilling to compromise ourselves for something more than what we were born to do? Live. And die.