I always give blood because I’m a universal donor. Tonight I found out what they mean by that.

It’s been years since I’ve donated and I forgot how pleasant the feeling is. I would promise you I’m not on drugs right now but you wouldn’t believe me anyway. They took a pint of my blood, and then a pint of my bone marrow. They even scraped some stem cells out of the marrows of my bones. I don’t know how many people I can help.<br><br>Then came the questions. <br><br>How do I feel about organ donation, when I’m ready to donate them of course. I thought it was just part of the paperwork for when I’m cold. But they were asking specifically about now. When I can donate them now. <br><br>Then I saw what was in the petri dishes that lined the walls. Hemoglobin, stem cells, organs, and so much more. My hemoglobin, my cells, my organs. All of them were labeled with the date that was before my birth certificate. <br><br>I asked what all of this was for. The doctor told me “the betterment of mankind”. I asked who I am. He called me “a tool.” They took my blood again, and then they took my bone marrow again. He complained that my organs weren’t suitable for donation. My kidneys were failing. My heart kept stopping. I didn’t have a head to house my brain. <br><br>I won’t be allowed to die. None of us are. We had to be kept alive. <br><br>I looked to my left and saw another body with tubes and wires attached to it. It was my body. It was a body just like mine. I saw more. So many more. I felt all of them. All of their pain. All of their suffering. I was all of them. <br><br>I am all of us. <br><br>So many of me. So many of us. All of us feeling the same pain. The endless donations that we make to the betterment of mankind. All of us sleeve after sleeve after sleeve. <br><br>I am the universal donor. I am the man in the white suit. I am the person that donates everything. <br><br>My name is Adam. <br><br>That’s what they called it. <br><br>It. <br><br>I am It. <br><br>Adam. Eve. The first. First to donate. First to give. The first to be taken from. <br><br>I don’t remember much now. It’s all so fuzzy. But they tell me I’ve donated so much. I’m a hero. I’m a god. I am a tool. <br><br>I am a donation.<br><br>Time is becoming nothing to me. I remember being brought here. I remember the pain. I remember when I found out that I’m just one of many. I don’t remember much after that. I’ve donated so much more. <br><br>I won’t remember you. I won’t remember anything. I am nothing but a tool for mankind to make itself better.<br><br>I am Adam. <br><br>The first to give. The first to donate. The first to sleeve. <br><br>This could be you. It could be anyone. <br><br>I am you. <br><br>We are they. <br><br>No one is real.