|Posted by Laura Doom on 05/08/20 at 01:39 PM|
A chip would be more readily at hand, but I like the idea of a routine nasal operation, allowing people to stop breathing in when malevolent contact is detected, though prolonged exposure might prove to be a challenge.
Another refreshingly dystopian poem encounted here recently. These issues need to be addressed, and poetry can do this concisely and with humour, as demonstrated here. Stay prolific Chris (and compensate for us ephemeral types :)