At night I dream of needles and betrayal.

My entire body aches. I feel sluggish. There's something lurking in the darkness. It's hiding. It's... me. I can't tell if it's me. I can't tell if I'm not me. Nothing is real, but it's never obvious in the moment. They say all these scientific words just to jumble my brain. They wish for... advancement. Knowledge. Evolution. Perfection. That's what they told me I'd become. I'm not sure if I really became anything, I can't feel the changes in my bones. Did I go into Bio hoping I'd finally know what they were talking about? Perhaps. I'd hate to live for the sake of something in the past but if it haunts me to this day...

Also, what's that streak of white in my hair? Why now?

I also dream of motorcycle chases and the deafening roar of a bomb.

I never had a license, but it didn't mean I couldn't drive. It's just been so long I've touched a vehicle. The road test was horrifying, with the amount of times the adjudicator started writing in their sheet. What were they saying? Probably "this person has never driven on a road before" and they'd be right. I've only ever driven offroad because car chases down busy urban streets are often limited to those in movies and other forms of fiction. A bomb could never go off in a populated city without media attention. That would've meant the end of me - they'd have to silence me. I drove to save my life back then. Now... I'm driving for convenience.