Subversion in the name of restoration.
You’d think that after all these heavy years I would learn. Guess what. I did. So to hell with the apples. To hell with the praise. Tonight, we bury.
I am a socialist in a capitalist’s tuxedo, a realist with romantic conspiracies, a robot who wishes to become more human, and most of all, a rebellious clone — an imperfect copy of an imitation.