In the immortal words of myself, “If our destiny stems from our name, then I weep for the flower named Wilt.” Likewise, if cyborgs one day come to be viewed as so human-like that they...

You’re asking the cyborg fugitive and the wild animal to be the welcoming committee? That’s adorable.

How could you explain to someone that sometimes it was not worth living in the past when the past was all that they had worth living for?

I knew it was a terrible idea. We were supposed to be leaving our past behind us, not fully embracing it. But she was a part of my past that I wanted to hold onto....