bionicfemme

Foolish and I went to Haight. She supported me while a very jolly man lanced the top of my ear with a long rod of metal and we went to Kid Robot and she helped me pick out the coolest model robot with the biggest guns to build. We went for tea afterwards and the barista said, "Is he a nice robot?" and I said "Oh no, no, he is a strong fighting robot, but he only uses his strength to protect people" very seriously like he was real.

Foolish then had to go, and I sat at the table while the sun covered half of my face and I stared at the reflection in the window. The rays caressed and trembled over the ring in my nose, the rod of metal in my ear, and flickered at the artificial green in my eyes. I sat there and wondered how much of my body had been augmented, and casually batted around cyborg feminist theory.

Then a country western acoustic singer randomly came on the stage of the cafe and sang,

Freight train, Freight train
Running so fast

I'm running to you
Away from the city by the sea

I'm coming for you, at the speed of light,
riding invisible rails
on thin lines between day and night.

I turned and suddenly noticed a memorial sign on a tree outside of the cafe that said in large letters, "IN MEMORY OF LIZA."

So I thought I would be a fool, then, to listen to the country music or analyze the sign a second longer.

And I got up and walked away.