Here's my first jab at brevity in response to being tagged (yeah, the fifty-five fever), first by the wonderful Words Worth, and then by the ravishing Reshma.
A breach had been registered. Instinct kicked in soon after.
“They won’t be expecting me. But they’ve had their time.” he rationalized, speeding past peers.
He would be the first, was his last thought before crashing.
As his individuality withered away, he sighed in satisfaction. “Soon, I’ll be reborn, transformed. They’d call me a zygote.”