Those scars fade but they never go away. How many times have I lost this eye? That hand? How many bionic replacements have I been through? Tended to by machines, so that I might lead machines, against a relentless assault of machines. I’m beginning to wonder if the voices on the consoles are machines too. Why am I here, a meatbag fighting in endless conflict of metal? Limb by limb, organ by organ, I become more like them than myself.
Paddy Dobson
10th May 2024