Eighteen of Cyborg Memoirs,
All That’s Left is beautiful, raw story-telling about gender fluidity in an era long after our bones. Your narratives have me convinced that it is happening; not quite in our present, but in their ’now’… in some sort of temporal parent layer running in tandem with the child-subset of our existence.
You illustrate a distant future where the decaying vestiges of old-world elitism teether on the precipice of wasteland inevitability. But there is a fascinating post-human existence outside of those wasteful empires.
I enjoy your cyborgs; I enjoy their dialogue; their humanity is irrefutable in the selfish pursuit for intimacy.
They demonstrate their transhumanist traits with all qualities of mechanical and drug-induced body-jacking, and they transcend the two-gender construct of archaic societies. Any body is any body.
And the pornography—did I mention the pornography? I’m sure a lot of us are up for that kind of multi-sensory, body-swapping carnal immersion; in a strange way, it hits close to home.
I went through this in one night–it ended too soon.