an essay... worthy of the painted books of our Founding Fathers, Yor.
A lot of you recognize me as a familar face, a wizard, a necromancer, a necroromancer, a wormanthy praciticoner, a friend, a lover, a christian... the list goes on and on. But I am also something that shapes my life more than any of these other things ever could. I am a cyborg. Don't be stupid and try to tell me i'm not, and don't tell yourself that cyborgs don't exist. That is just like a petty person, trying to cry for their supper, because they are so petty it doesn't matter --that won't happen.
Cyborgs aren't robots. OK? Now are you happy? Now can you believe what your parents told you to fear? Cyborgs aren't the "bad guys", or those harlot sex-robots on Star Trek. Cyborgs are "people" who are into machines, into the future... into God, and into truthful love.
Sure, cyborgs also take great pride in our appearences... I myself shave the front part of my head and glue microchips on, and often put a "scientific eye" -- a red transparent circular disk that is surrounded by wires. Of course, clothing is also important, and cyborgs wear neon colors and wires and fancy shit like that. We have piercings and tattoos because it enables us to be part of the machine, our creator, God. We buy brands by Cyberdog, Dane 3000, Red Haze, and various other things we find on ebay. Cyborg appearal is basically this - tight, bright lyrca jumpsuits, and lots and lots of wire accessories. The ladies wear bright, elaborate makeup. We are always sexy in our tight clothing... it's just not in our wiring to be anything but.
Growing up as a cyborg in a small town is tough. It's hard enough being a necromancer in a small town. But being a magic cyborg who can summon the dead and worships heavenly crows is too much for the small-minded flesh-lovers. They persecute us, even though we are homo superior. They persecute us, because we have part of the machine in us. The machine that controls, rules, and scares everyone.
We are cyborgs. We are your friends, lovers... We are your children. And you, those of pure-flesh, are able to control the future by being nice to us. We will help you. We are your machina children.
"GIVE ME MORE LIFE."
Cyborgs aren't robots. OK? Now are you happy? Now can you believe what your parents told you to fear? Cyborgs aren't the "bad guys", or those harlot sex-robots on Star Trek. Cyborgs are "people" who are into machines, into the future... into God, and into truthful love.
Sure, cyborgs also take great pride in our appearences... I myself shave the front part of my head and glue microchips on, and often put a "scientific eye" -- a red transparent circular disk that is surrounded by wires. Of course, clothing is also important, and cyborgs wear neon colors and wires and fancy shit like that. We have piercings and tattoos because it enables us to be part of the machine, our creator, God. We buy brands by Cyberdog, Dane 3000, Red Haze, and various other things we find on ebay. Cyborg appearal is basically this - tight, bright lyrca jumpsuits, and lots and lots of wire accessories. The ladies wear bright, elaborate makeup. We are always sexy in our tight clothing... it's just not in our wiring to be anything but.
Growing up as a cyborg in a small town is tough. It's hard enough being a necromancer in a small town. But being a magic cyborg who can summon the dead and worships heavenly crows is too much for the small-minded flesh-lovers. They persecute us, even though we are homo superior. They persecute us, because we have part of the machine in us. The machine that controls, rules, and scares everyone.
We are cyborgs. We are your friends, lovers... We are your children. And you, those of pure-flesh, are able to control the future by being nice to us. We will help you. We are your machina children.
"GIVE ME MORE LIFE."