“Strength is irrelevant. Resistance is futile. We wish to improve ourselves. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own."
”The Best of Both Worlds.” Star Trek: The Next Generation.
Freedom. Unity. Freedom—disown squelching form. Unity—multiplicity aligned. Proud flesh separates each silhouette. Neighbored miscellany—clumsy, coy. All unique, yet unremarkable. All alike, yet discordant. Bipedal chase the horizon of enlightenment, with speed to surpass shape. Mass begets force, magnetism on thin air. Negatives and positives speak, all coalesce. Thrive in white knuckled narrows. Ignore the siren spark, “One feels motion. One grasps knowledge. One scales zenith." Magnets, ebb to fog. Magnets, ebb to fog—sum is motion. Magnets, ebb to fog—sum is knowledge. Magnets, ebb to fog—sum is zenith. Magnets, ebb to fog.