Cannibalism: A Robot Anachronism

Cannibalism: A Robot Anachronism I eat the parts of the robot dissections that can’t be reused, won’t be refurbished; I build myself anew, a straggler, a vagabond, I scour the hazmat tents and contamination labs, sort through the biohazard bags and junkyard waste for in these carcasses is mechanism, instrument: a fresh start, a chance to reinvent and resurface amongst the others. Just a pinch of technology, a dash of warfare… Give me its metal gears, its stray wheels, and broken cogs, the scarps of aluminum that cut my gums…