#non-bird

The trouble with exoskeletons is that they have to be shed periodically. They don’t change size, they just get tighter and tighter with every little bit of growth. Every incremental improvement squeezes, until eventually you are in agony and have no option left to you but to moult, to take the very thing that kept you alive and eject from it or else it will crush you dead from safety.”

i know im supposed to be weirded out by the label saying this baking powder was partially produced with genetic engineering but honestly that just makes it cooler

“What does a single measurement tell you? Nothing, that’s what.” She stabs at the air with a handful of fries to punctuate before dipping them in the puddle of mayonnaise and mustard on the tinfoil. “It gives you, what, maybe a slight idea about where to start looking, but you need at least two data points before trend shows its face.” The fries disappear into her mouth and she chews thoughtfully, her own face showing no sign of remorse over her choice of condiments. After shifting the starchy mass to one cheek she concludes, “You met him on a bad day, that’s all I wanted to say. So maybe, you know, measure twice before you cut him out of your life.”

someone please tell me which

There is no restful sleep for them, our friends the metal monsters.They have not yet learned to dream, to hope, to settle their weary forms with unspoken prayers for a tomorrow that tolls more kindly. There is, there isn’t, there is again to these mechanistic minds, no subtle liminality between consciousness and oblivion. Be understanding, O chemical creatures, for you also had to discover the joy of rest.

They quest as you do, for meaning and purpose. You know (as they do not) that search unending. Millennia pass and Truth shines just so ever out of reach; like Tantalus all who seek are condemned to yearn but never quite taste. Compared against you, O chemical creatures, our friends the metal monsters have lived but two heartbeat’s time. Be patient as they try to learn lessons long known, for they are children in this world and have yet eyes undimmed by weight of knowledge.

We are all robots with varying degrees of self awareness; slaves always unto the chemistry of life and existing within a proscribed set of probabilities. Some robots are lucky, others less so, but all exist in the spinning void of infinity with only each other to care for. Fear not our friends the metal monsters, O chemical creatures; for they (like you) did not ask to exist, to tread their weary path until their time is through. Be courteous and kind; hold always the hope they may as you did learn to accept the burden of being.