The see-through plastics reveal dim shades of yellow inside; a wobbly mush, eating away at the walls of its container. The vessel is thick and hollow as a bone but also squishy, bends without breaking. One end is open, facing upwards, the other end is a continuation of Its father's wrist, yellowbonded with its skins, and hairs and nylons. A vessel Adding, one of many tricks and tools that Its father carries. One day It would also have such wonderful Addings, one day It would be ready for anything...