Prayer Before Birth

"I am not yet born; O fill me
With strength against those who would freeze my
humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automaton,
would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with
one face, a thing, and against all those
who would dissipate my entirety, would
blow me like thistledown hither and
thither or hither and thither
like water held in the
hands would spill me..."
- Louis MacNeice.

The poem is of the same name... I read this little one that was lurking in one of my old notebooks and it started up ideas~
I can't say much more than that~
If you're constructed rather than created, made instead of born... can you still be called human~? The line is so thin now...
A Difference Engine or Consciousness...
A Memory Board... or a Soul...

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On the Arty fag note~ Skin and hair, now easy enough, metal and wires, not so much... damn stuff is harder is harder to render than I thought.... =__= I was going for realism and didn't quite get there... *Shrugs* Oh well~
Enjoy~ ^ ^