I stood up from the mercury element, the current whipped my will, and the skin wrapped in the chip strip seemed to slow down every inch of movement. The efficiency of the operation was difficult to crawl. The sound source cords and the round-hole signal lights that were scattered on the ground hit the broken glass on the ground and I walked to the huge I saw unrestricted images of the forest looping in front of my screen, yearning for blood and flesh, coveting humanity and muscle action, I started to remove the blood and asphalt from the imaging tube embedded in the skin, and gushing out like an open gate, I grinned. I took out the rusty 3.5-inch two-megabyte memory from the floppy disk drive in the back of my head, waiting for the last set of batteries to sustain life, but each time the forest image that only exists for 5 seconds in my only naked eye, it stays forever. My cortical hippocampus has completed the final work, and these five seconds are classified as human.
—I have thoughts about watching "Videodrome" two years ago
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