that avatar, compressed

two birds.
the forces of darkness met at the dining room table. one was dressed up like a mermaid and left a trail of salty water upon the floor as two birds (which were the colour of midnight) carried the half-fish to a chair. the chair was useless to a being with no legs and the mermaid said so as they approached the others.
and the table was set with silver implements and magnets. the two birds pecked curiously at the magnets and made clanging sounds with their beaks.
take me with you.
systems function continuously and optimal output can be achieved once an individual realises that the machinery of flesh has not been manufactured, but rather, was grown.
a signal to be processed.
some of the humans surrendered. more meaningless objects were collected as a result and they were displayed with great pride and chattering voices. and there are no more secrets, either; I am that avatar, compressed.
please sit down.