But is anything built for what it ultimately becomes? When this steel was melded into a false deity, a pretense of human control, did it dream of what else it could have been? The wheels of a child’s first bicycle? The monkey bars from which they would swing to and fro? The car a family drives on a cross-country road trip filled with laughter and fighting and spilled ketchup across the floor? When did it learn it was to become a cage? What is a cage beyond that which it holds?
