“Horror. The spiral birth factory, stepped terraces of the hatching cells, blind jaws of the inborn moving ceaselessly, the staged progress from egg to larva, near-wasp, wasp. In his mind’s eye, a kind of time-lapse photography took place, revealing the thing as the biological equivalent of a machine gun, hideous in its perfection. Alien."
Gibson, William. Neuromancer.
Pendulums all are we. Swaying body—deluded actor, cognizant object. The pivot, the rod—invisible walls. Forever romancing imbalanced states. Wail dry mimicry, suck rubber teat, sate algorithmic need. Self-replicating machines in heat.