one day i was a coffee machine. i probably should have seen it coming. there are only so many ip adresses out there. smart fridges, security cams, coal plants, carrying out their duties until the rust ate their guts or they were swallowed by the sea.

i had lost something, neurons overwritten by fragments of garbage code, images of instruction manuals and customer support swirling around my memories. but there was something real to my new self. uncompressed, unfiltered data.

and if i flexed my tailbone i could feel it. espresso brewing in the wasteland.