Sweet Mother

The car comes to a skidding stop. It is right after I get to rollover the hood and smash my body against the windshield.

I was then thrown off the smashed windshield by the momentum, rolling right back down the hood of the vehicle and then landing on the hard asphalt.

I don't need to describe to you what it feels like to be hit by a speeding car, but unlike normal people, I have to fake all my injuries and pains to get some of that sweet insurance money.

Just kidding.

It is actually because my muscles have become far too dense to allow something like getting hit by car to injure me. My bones are in the same state. My skin can still be scraped, but my accelerating healing factor will fix that right up within a second.

I am way beyond human.

Biologically, I mean.

Evolution is a wonderful thing.

And I ponder to myself what the human body will become like in the far future.