(iii.) Simultaneous instincts collide. User of tools:Hunter/gatherer: hits pauselocks vision onto one frozen parasite glowing like a postmodern dissection on a petri dish Warrior:Sentient being: security analysts physical sensation of -- safetyreality throbs in her mouth Five seconds of pain dissolves to slight irritation (but a good host makes room) she hits pause, breathes relief as the alien comes back to life, rips off another human head, inevitable that some would be sacrificed by this point in the story they all look human, you can distinguish the humans from the invaders by who wants to kill who right until the end when the humans' triumph gushes over a neon pool of blood & credits roll into the illusion with a thousand sharp edged letters. She stands erect demonstrates the dizzying speed of evolution, takes three steps to the TV, firmly shuts power off, resolves there is still free will.