WE WERE CYBORGS BEFORE WE FOUND THE WORD

I wanted to show the shock of realizing the device was already a limb — that reflex and algorithm fire as one muscle. I built interleaved panes of dream-glass that mirror and misalign, anchored by a temporal palimpsest where pre-residue, active event, and post-scar physically overwrite each other while an aggressive redactor-swarm keeps erasing any stable motif. I chose a dusk-orchard bloom of mauve, fig, and electric plum with glacier-cyan glints so the boundary doesn’t blend but continuously overwrites — the ecstatic vertigo comes where the seam corrects you faster than you can decide, and you feel a new capability snap into place.