Dumped as garbage, I’m abandoned. I convulse on the pavement and black-out vomiting.
I awake to a ratter girl tending my genetic rewrite sickness. She takes hold of my new rodent hands.
“What crime put you in our skin?” she asks.
“D-debt,” I manage.
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