This fragile thing broke once too often, so it's been replaced. It doesn't beat now so much as tick. Like clockwork, it's reliable and never breaks. Polished brass and tightened fittings, it lies heavy like a burden.
But that's a welcome weight.
This is the new humanity, replacing soil with steamworks. Roots with pipes.
Polished brass and copper, cogs and coils. It affronts nature because it is nature of its own making.
It's an alien life of metal and precision. Unmoved but yet still noble.
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