This odd RNA bundle used me as its surrogate mother. Lacking reproductive mechanisms of its own, it used my cells to replicate new viruses, hoping I'd pass them on to a new host, and so on. It lives in me, and only through me - without so much as dinner and a movie.
It's an oddly intimate thing, what this virus and I had going on. And it causes one of us a great deal of pain. I can't say I've figured this out, but I'll tell you this: if this thing is alive (and the experts are still arguing), it's yet another proof that life is really, very strange. The oddness of it alone is worth recognising and celebrating.