“Oh, to escape you, thousand-headed death; you, matter in revolt; you, sexless throng, the new ruler of the world; oh, flood, flood, only to preserve human life once more upon a single vessel—"
The Brothers Čapek. R.U.R.
Smash circuitry and smell electric musk like cut grass, like rain on cement. Disrobe metallic ghosts. Grind meat into a paste. Cut strings, prompt energy to escape and erase the unfathomable space between spheres so smartly placed. Time may upgrade vertebra for cogs for tubes for infrared waves, but emptiness pervades. Shed bias to geometry; shed bias to viscera. Disembowel and pile the parts of some mysterious magnificence. Mercury rises as speeds increase. Heat numbs. Mechanical legions advance where hive minds failed, for the betterment of the whole. Components isolated, sparks spinning. Heat numbs. No closer than brushing joints, hollow gaskets weigh heavily.