A machine continues to suffer the burden of his genes; the abstract is Mathew, a subjective experience of doubtful provenance. I write about films and television for The Encyclopedia of Science Fiction and about roleplaying games according to my interests and affiliations.
My mind to me a kingdom is
Such perfect joy therein I find,
That it excels all other bliss
That world affords or grows by kind.
D is the direction by which we leave the territory.