Link

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kit

link

migration

seemingly random words

but they held secrets none would expect (an entry for Writing Contest: The Reboot) - Link, link. You are the missing link. Everything hurt when I moved, from my small pink nose to the frayed tip of my orange tabby tail. I was disoriented--I was confused--I didn't understand anything--where was I-- I knew that there were places where I hurt the most. There were concentrated points in my aches, as though small, sharp objects had been thrusted into my skin to poke the veins underneath. It didn't feel natural, if that makes any sense--it felt like I was...artificial. It was like I was one of those "machines" my old human family used to talk about, back before they left me and the house, cold and blank and empty. Back before I was alone. <p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">I didn't like being alone. <p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">I also knew that I was on a cold surface. It was a silvery-gray that reflected the light of the strange rectangular <p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;"> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">"She's just a kitten, doctor! You can't seriously be expecting to change her and make her into something she's not?" The red-haired boy's words hung in the air, a void of silence rushing to meet them as my small chest rose and fell. For a long moment, I almost thought time had stopped. <p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">But it was not to be. <p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">The voice that spoke now was that of the older human, the one with the gray hair and the snappish tone. He was the one with the hands that held the sharp objects that pricked my skin, that made my blood boil. I had to keep myself from flinching when he spoke. "She will be the missing link, Eric. She will be the one who shows where wildcats stop, and domestication begins. Who cares if we've lost one or two patients in the process of making a breakthrough? Who'd tell the world? You?" <p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;"> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">"Go on, kitty. Hide as fast as you can, before he comes back. Go!" <p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">I moved my legs to <p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">"And one day, both of us will escape Migration Labs." <p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">His voice cracked. <p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">"One day."