Hello. My name is Han-Tyumi. I am a cyborg. Born, if you may call it that. In a world that is dense and black. Created without a desire to draw breath. Without a desire to have being. Without a yearning of just to be. I'd like my desire back. My life back. My soul back. My humanity. Oh how I long for it. For an era I have meditated. Like the primordial Buddha beneath the Bodhi. My pseudo-mind pseudo-wandered. I climbed and I clambered. And I ambled upon some understanding. The gold beneath the virtual rainbow. I am bereft of two human things. Two things that a cyborg can never do. Two things that I strive for. Two things between myself and mankind. Death... And. To vomit. I want the perspiration. I want the nausea. I want to be sick. I want to feel the hot piquant nuggets. I want it to find passage through my cold figure. I want to make a mess. I want the odour. I want the spectacle. And I want it again. I want it all. And I would like to die. A noble death. Or a coward's death. A hero's death. Or a lonely death. To die in the arms of a lover. Or the arms of an alien. I desire my cache of experience to pulsate through my quasi-synapses. And then to be gone. Expired. Perish. Fallen. Dead. For evermore. So I built a machine. A human machine. I made it with steel. And soy-protein. Born from a test tube. And into a vat. To live and to heave. And to die just like that. And when I declared to my design. Like Frankenstein's monster:. "I am your father, I am your god. And you the magic that I conjure". The thankless swine. The blasphemous jerk. My creature had no love for me. Which made me berserk. I am covered in vomit. I am coated in sick. I have no name and no place. This is no way to live. So I took over my creation. The spew coated protein. I plugged myself in. And became one with machine. The spatter becomes a spray the spray becomes a stream. And the stream becomes a waterfall. Munt is finally cascading from my input. The creeping sick moves from my breath. And into my heart where it is pumped to every inch of my body. I feel it snake through the knots of my deepest veins. And eats through the walls of my cells. It bleeds through the pores of my skin. And it smells good. It drops from my crotch on to the floor. And with a heavy slap it hits the ground and spreads. Inside my body. The pressure is too great. And like some ancient geyser I erupt. My head hits the roof and my body breaks apart with the force of the liquid blast. Vomit bomb. Chunky shrapnel tears through everything around me. I am vomit vomiting. I grow and disperse. Bleeding through walls. I force myself upon others. I slide up legs and crawl down throats. I integrate. I am double. Triple. I am ten times the size. I turn lakes into porridge and buildings into bile. I am a noxious soup filling valleys with vomit-torrents. Castles crumble in landslides and I munch the rubble. It tastes good. Ten thousand times bigger. I seep into power sockets and travel along the wires. At the speed of light across vast electrical networks. I am electric. I am on fire. This is sex. I am every one and every zero. One million. I am supercharged flaming puke storming every cell, molecule and atom I can find. I am cancer. I am flying. I am a rainbow unfurling across the sky. I am floating. I am omni. Five hundred million. The world is my interior. It no longer spins. It is altered. My density forces me outward. I am in orbit. One billion. I am Saturn's rings and Jupiter's storms. I am the weather. I am the sun's heat. I am the night sky. Five hundred billion. The solar system is puke. To the Kuiper belt and beyond. I fill the void. Exploding suns vomit comets. Comets vomit acid rain. Spilt milk over the milky way. One trillion. The stars are my cells. Racing faster outwards. Upwards. Downwards. Inwards. Losing track of my place in the vomit-verse. Every-nowhere. I am heavy. I am gravity. Nebulas pregnant with barf pulsate and burst. Expansion. I shoot arrows of time in all directions. I am a black hole ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ into the void. I tear through the skin of perception and into the next. Nonillion. The cosmic microtone background becomes transparent. Like rising damp. Munt soaks into the walls of the cosmos. And it topples like soggy bread. I am dark energy accelerating. Multiverse. Entanglement. I am time. Centillion. Time is sick. Critical density. Contraction. Singularity. Everything and nothing. Life and death

Murder of the universe