I believe in love affair between man and machine
My citizens of the sun,
I have a dream of organic spaceship
Cities on Venus populated with metal madnesses.
Man will become the genitals of the machine world
letting us evolve and morph into new shapes,
creating perfection.
Information is born free and is the flesh of knowledge.
Those who get used to the supreme fear,
the dreamers of the composition
deliberately turning each other into ash,
will look into the eyes of dooms, as in their past.
Knowledge, fantasies and dreams are the AIDs which we hurry to contract and spread.
But now, I walk along the surface of the moon,
It feels like eating alone in an empty chinese food restaurant on Christmas.
I am a moon rover.