It's hot in here.
And it's clean- impeccably clean. The people around me sweat. They're dressed in white, moving hurriedly.
My appendages had been removed a while ago. I'm no longer what I was. All I am now is... Some sort of bulb.
"We've gotta get this one out of here! They've been waiting!" A woman shouts.
Another, sensing the urgency of the situation slices me into pieces, quickly but precisely.
He picks me up and carries me to another station as I stain his nitrile gloves a deep red.
And he lays me down gently...
Atop a beet salad.