-- Title -- Sub--human -- Text -- In this rusty ravine, cemetery of machines obsolete; the day will come for us, when we no longer belong and the omen it brings: I. Existence without thought, act without will: WRAITH! Stand on conviction, the ground shall give in. Yield to conformity, confined. I need not think when the machine thinks for me, I need not know when the machine owns my memory; for I am but a surrogate for eternity. A wise man once said, "Cogito, ergo sum!". He could not hast bee...