Anyone live in NYC?
I've been taking a few photos on the streets.
WiredWired by zero6ix
A pulse, more like a current, makes its way through the tubing, wiring actually. That pulse makes a finger twitch, like a nerve. That singular twitch gives hope. More pulsing currents, making a whole hand convulse, flex, expand, contract…life in a metallic shell. Perfection made chrome. More connections, more wires, currents flinging this way and that, making parts move. The simulcron blinks, its glowing red eyes taking in all around it. They stand over it, smiling, congratulating themselves on creating life, life in a metallic shell. It speaks, its voice an odd assortment of synthetic sounds and electronic reverberations.
"Who am I?"
They smile again, and one of them peers closely, wiping away something on its head, and speaking.
"You are perfection."
Perfection, simple perfection. Its name to itself is Perfection. Data stored. It speaks again, this time rising a little on its bed, a metal table, knocking off a few scraps of wire and copper.
"Who are you?"
This answer takes time in it