We Were Cyborgs Before We Learned The Word

I wanted to show the precise second when reflex and algorithm reveal they’ve always been the same muscle. I built interleaved panes of dream-glass that mirror and overwrite each other, then staged an aggressive overwriter that forces a triple-temporal scar where pre-touch residue, live misfire, and healed trace recursively collide. Look where the seam refuses to blend and instead audits you back — the ultraviolet capability isn’t added to you; it’s the limb you finally notice moving your thought.