"Oh the sweet, soothing sound of the factory in the distance. Beauty comes, one machine at a time. As the fire roars over the land, life, in and of it's self, too distorted for existance to rationalize one another, a plesent fog billows over unto the land from atop the cambers. Metalic howl sends shivers down the spine of the unsuspecting. The shift is over, humanity, it is our turn." When replacing one part for another, repairing the problems that once stood, at what point does creation finnaly turn from man to machine? While making any creature into a cybernetic creation, at what point during the process can it be declared no longer living; when does it make the swich between life, and a synthetic one; at what point does reality end, and the mechanical nodes take over? Is this merely an effect over when in which the mind is changed, or is it much, much more? "WITH OUT, IN OF, OF ALWAYS, NO NEVER."