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I look into the eyes of Hatsune Miku intensely. “Are you sure I’m ready?” She asks me nervously. “Of course you are.” I smile, lifting my hunter eyes, and hand her an egg salad sandwich. She hesitates, then takes a voluptuous bite, just as she, the Hatsune Miku, deserves. Her mouth consumes the bite, and I watch her pearly white teeth as they slice apart the egg salad sandwich. Her saliva breaks down the pieces of sandwich, turning them into the most glorious bolus known to mankind. She swallows, on a roll now, and it slips down her esophagus, and into her stomach. “Now what?” She asks, her voice trembling. Her burst of confidence has disappeared after the ordeal she has just completed. “And now we wait.” I say reassuringly. “It’s gonna be okay, Hatsune Miku. The hard part is over.” Hatsune Miku nods and gives me a shaky smile. She stands up and paces. I watch her stomach twist and turn like a washing machine as the bolus slowly breaks down into chyme. Some time later, her stomach has finished its task, and the bolus has become chyme. I eagerly watch as the chyme slips into her small intestine. Its villi absorbs nutrients from the chyme. I observe, enthralled. “Is it going well?” Hatsune Miku asks. She looks down and rubs her abdomen with her graceful hand. “It is. There’s no need to worry.” I put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “So long as I’m here, you’re safe.” Meanwhile, the now-stool has arrived in the large intestine. Its villi sucks out moisture and nutrients the small intestine missed, and sends it to the rectum. “My job here is done.” I grin reassuringly. “You’ve got this, Hatsune Miku.” I turn around and start leaving. “I will always remember you!” Hatsune Miku calls out. “Thank you!” I wave, not looking back, as to not reveal my tears. As soon as I leave the room, I let out a primal shriek of grief and loss, falling to the ground, curling up into a ball, and never getting up again.
