You are now as intelligent as an animal. The centers of your brain responsible for language and higher thought have devolved. Your speech is no longer productive or recursive. You can only utter the same ten or so isolated cries that express extremely simple emotions like fear and anger or bodily needs like hunger. You are no longer capable of symbolic thought or imagination. You can’t even count past four.

But it’s not all bad. Your crippling existential dread is gone. You live in the moment, incapable of dwelling on the past or worrying about the future. Your hierarchy of needs extends no further than adequate shelter and food, no need for self-actualization since you barely have a self to actualize. You are still a creature that needs to be selfish and occasionally violent to survive, but you’re no longer burdened by moral guilt, as you are incapable of conceiving of being anything else. Life must take life to endure. You either survive or you don’t, simple as that.