Winter tapped her forearm where a hollow, translucent burl of flesh nestled among scar tissue tributaries crisscrossing veins from the heel of her hand to her elbow. Under my skin my own subdermal, barely the size of a leatherwing beetle, fed on a steady flow of biometric data. “The Human Genome Project, CERN, the Large Hadron Collider, didn’t work to map our bodies, minds, and environment; they simply reassured us that no matter how fucked things seem, no matter how deep in the woods humanity was, we would adapt, reorient, maybe even conquer.” “Terra incognita then.”
From ‘Teratology C.’by Samuel Rees.
An anthology ‘Sunvault: Stories of Solarpunk and Eco-Speculation’.
Published by Upper Rubber Boot Books.
Artwork was created in Artbreeder & upscaled in Topaz Gigapixel Ai
1024x1024 pix. mp4
