Sunday, June 15, 2014
Forwun By E.S. Wynn
E.S. Wynn’s horrifying vision of a machine-mind trained to do battle on distant planets.
From the moment the sentient mesh is mated with the neural tissue of my first body, I know that I have a purpose. I know the concepts, the symbols and the grammar of a sterilized strain of stan-terran. I am acutely aware of my body, know how to measure and
Published on June 16, 2014 00:00