My friends and I are in an on-again/off-again writing club where the rules are simple. Every two weeks you have to submit three short stories that it took you 20 minutes or less to write. These are the results.

It is the fourteenth of August in the year 2024. The time is 3:47 pm. This will be our first human trial of the mental transfer. I will be having my mind transferred into that of an ant for one minute. During the entirety of that time, I will be doing what I am doing now, which is thinking completely in words, reporting what I am experiencing so these thoughts can be transcribed onscreen to our research team.

I am currently wired in, watching the countdown clock and awaiting transferal. Transferal begins in 6…5…4…3…2…1…

I am seeing a lot of light. So much light it’s blinding. There’s too much sound! I can’t close my eyes! It’s too much! Okay, it’s calming now. Things are calming down. I think I was having a sensory overload as my brain adjusted to this new form. Side thought: could this be what birth is like?

Things are coming more into focus now. I may be seeing and hearing, everything is completely different. I don’t know what to do, or how to handle this exactly. I am going to attempt to walk forward.

I don’t think I’m moving, you will have to tell me if I am moving. I do not think so. Muscle control is hard. Still seeing and hearing things in a strange way. I am having trouble thinking. It feels like I am losing my ability to think.

Please end this early. Please put me back. I am scared. I do not like this.

I am collect something now? I am bring something now? I see. I hear. I know what to do.

I am get it. Eat. I am get. I am get. I am. I. I. I. I. I. Us?

END TRANSMISSION