I believe in a love affair between man and machine. My citizens of the Sun, I have a dream of organic spacecraft, cities on Venus populated with metal mantises.
Man will [bad word] the genitals of machine world, letting us to evolve and morph into new shapes, creating perfection.

Information is born free and is the flesh of knowledge. Those, who get used to discipline of fear, the dreamers of [bad word]  deliberately turning each other into ash, will look into the eyes of doom as in their past.

Knowledge, fantasies and dreams are the AIDS which I hurry to contract and spread.

But now, I walk along the surface of moon. It feels like eating alone in an empty Chinese food restaurant on Christmas.

I am Moonrover 4054, a prototype built to make things clear.