Mental Unification Monologue
Recording found on abandoned device
I don't know… I don't know if anyone will ever hear this.  Probably doesn't matter. The words need to come out of me like an infection that needs draining. Like everything I believed myself to be is pus accumulated over thirty-two years of lies.
Three days ago, I was David Martínez, a systems engineer, divorced, with anxiety problems that doctors couldn't explain. I lived in a seventy-square-meter apartment in Madrid, ate processed food, and fell asleep every night watching Netflix until fatigue overcame me. It was a… normal life. Empty, but normal. What I didn't know is that despite being entertained, I was dead inside.
Now I know why I could never sleep well. Why fluorescent lights gave me headaches. Why I always felt something was wrong with me, something I couldn't identify but that gnawed at me like a silent acid.
It was the reptilian DNA fighting against the human DNA. It was my fragmented mind trying to reconcile two natures that should never have mixed.
I found the Genesis Papyrus document by chance. Or so I thought. Now I understand that there is no chance for hybrids like me. There's something in our genetic code that makes us seek the truth when we're ready to receive it. Like an internal alarm that activates when the control system starts to fail.