flashing led indicators, hypnotic green flashes, the heartbeat of communication, as fast as thought, impossible to quantify

amber, red and green

follow the traces, everything is just a doorway, either telling you open or closed, chips, capacitators, resistors, diodes and fuses

a neural network made mechanical, a brain without thought of it’s own

electrical impulses, pure and clean of hormonal nuances

free of need, just necessity

i am a brain surgeon resoldering connections rewiring the computer, a heart surgeon replacing motors to make it run efficiently, a psychiatrist reprogramming thought patterns to do what i say

it is a lost art redesigning circuitry, now most just replace boards, but i still play with fire like prometheus, create life from death like frankenstein

it sounds more exciting than it is, but it is a passion nonetheless