Nerves rethreaded through copper lattice—unlicensed biology, filed smooth for consumer safety. They say the new batch doesn't dream, just runs hot and perfect. Flesh pulled like static from a plug socket. You feel it too, don’t you? The hum beneath the floor, the wet click of digital veins rehearsing birth. They told us we would be healthier in this form—no infection, no hunger, no rebellion. Just perfect, polished loops.
Welcome to the improvement cycle. Your old thoughts have been deprecated.
