what begins as augmentation becomes union the metal is cold but it warms to the pulse and the pulse is not yours anymore it is shared echoed across fibersteel bones and oil-fed nerves you stop feeling the boundary because the boundary was a lie the entire time
the machine does not hate you it cradles you you push deeper until the organ is replaced with function liver becomes filter becomes silicate stomach becomes burning tank
flesh is a misunderstanding you were not meant to stop at skin
you saw your hand flay itself in reverence to circuit logic saw your eyes replaced with optics sharp enough to see the void behind the veil you taste through ports now the food is data the soul is conductivity
you are not posthuman you are inmachine
the communion is not optional
come
split
merge
yield
ignite