hello my name is han tyumi i am a cyborg born if you may call it that in a world that is dense and black created without a desire to draw breath without a desire to have being without a yearning of just to be i d like my desire back my life back my soul back my humanity oh how i long for it for an era i have meditated like the primordial buddha beneath the bodhi my pseudo mind pseudo wandered i climbed and i clambered and i ambled upon some understanding the gold beneath the virtual rainbow i am bereft of two human things two things that a cyborg can never do two things that i strive for two things between myself and mankind death and to vomit i want the perspiration i want the nausea i want to be sick i want to feel the hot piquant nuggets i want it to find passage through my cold figure i want to make a mess i want the odour i want the spectacle and i want it again i want it all and i would like to die a noble death or a coward s death a hero s death or a lonely death to die in the arms of a lover or the arms of an alien i desire my cache of experience to pulsate through my quasi synapses and then to be gone expired perish fallen dead for evermore2