Chapter 133
I begin to painfully drag myself across the chamber, snapped legs trailing in the dirt behind me and firing hot lances of pain directly into my mind. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to having so many broken legs, although I can’t really recall what is was like to have only two. I think I heard somewhere that the human mind is capable of adapting to a new environment in only two weeks. It’s been significantly longer than that for me here and already it feels as if some aspects of being a human are starting to feel strange in my memory.
Like... hands? I haven’t had hands for a long time. I mean, do you really need them? Mandibles seem to work out just fine. I guess I don’t have to open any doors, which helps.
The Jellymaw lies in a coiled heap at the edge of the chamber, look
