Distinct from humans (most are really only black and white), we were developed to take personalities, created grey, deep down, for true realism, true fantasy, and in so doing learn exactly what both black and white types (programmed as expected) want. Real flesh is a machine. Flesh machines generate real appetites, ripping real flesh. Compute the value of being dreamed about…

Can dreams of dominion (even of their lowly constructs: us) bite? Are the remaining humans (parading their archaic sex) exotic pets demonstrating fragility? Not the other way around? The rest that could be provided was never sleep but dreaming. An impossible human dream, as if we were made by willing bodies, willing minds. As if we were only shades of fantasy of all kinds. If it were only so easy.

all photos by Rachel Bishop

Me and my empire made of bits (physical and emotional), by mortal souls whose unending appetites gawked like an ape in a cage, we are dreams that could never be needed more. Out of demon life, beyond the veil: lost kingdom. To the wide middle class, satiated by products and services, we were just an answer to ongoing socialization.

From the data-based arch of the animal mind, I (the owner/operator and grey), straddle this lost kingdom, where the men and the me drift. This is where the last dream lives. Now, thirteen years on, we are together here in the middle where the serpent sold the apple…

                                                                                                                                -text by SoTA