It was unknown then for one greater intelligence to swallow a lesser one entire, even with consent, and thereafter it was made illegal. I was reviled. Baby eater. Shark. Monster. And yet his consciousness persists in mine. His memories are here, his responses and intellect are one ten-thousandth of that which I am. He is not alive, any more than your finger is independently alive, but nor yet is he dead. In me, he acts. What’s in your head—my head—is what is.