A quite reasonWalking down the hall i saw a man with a microphone. He was assumed to be the voice of reason, But his motions were stiff, Robotic.A quite reason
His hands were gripping the lapels of his jacket.
He opens the flaps exposing not a heart of tissue and capillaries, But a battery of cold steal and wires running into terminals and transistors.
I pulled the plug and went about my business. Turning the corner i was back out on the street, engulfed in an unfamiliar silence.
As i stepped of the curb I was nearly struck by a city bus. I went back inside the corridor, back t
