the body is wild because all that shit just kind of grows there in a semirandom way, so it’s not even consistent from person to person, but it doesn’t get tangled up too badly because it’s all held in place by bodymeat like a vascular aspic. which sounds good but it means it’s really hard to replace anything, because you’re not supposed to. it’s just another example of how planned obsolescence encourages waste
transhumanists are just people who believe in the right to repair (our flesh prisons)
still thinking about how joy went through that chaotic, relentless search to find a version of her mom could understand her, but once she finally found an evelynn who understood her nihilism and reached out despite it, her first instinct was to run away
