Machines
"I felt fear again at the prospect of hiding amoung these animals, for I dreaded seeing them come to life in the darkness, reborn in the shadows of the glow of my flashlight. I dread their panting, their heavy telluric breath skinless bones, viscera creaking and fetid with black-grease drool.
-- Umberto Eco, Foucalt's Pendulum, p.11-2
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