The foreign bacteria in your gut had a much more direct audience with your brain than your cells do. Question is, is it an Embassy? Are they Diplomats? … or are they Oligarchs? >!As long as they call me sugar mommy for giving them sweets!<
To be fair, they outnumber your cells by something like ten to one.
I love democracy.
The most worrying thing is that this “you” who is in some kind of “charge” is just a figment of your imagination.
And since your cells are constantly dying and being replaced, you isn’t even you anymore.
So I’m a countryball.
Or meat popsicle. But with hallucinations!
My cells are dumb terminals and I’m their virtual server.
I have epilepsy so my brain gets DDOSed from time to time
Wow that’s a really apt analogy and I laughed way harder than I expected.