I shot straight up - to find the grot!
Expecting doom, I pushed my thought
out into the infospace
grown up in this desert place
To live on as a wandering mind
In wild machines that slowly grind
all structured order into noise.
I'd claim from life a last few joys.
But looking up, the grot stood stilled.
Then folded inward, crushed and killed
by what? It seemed the very air
The little bird remarked: "And... there."
"You're hybrid, but coherent too!"
"Ha! I'm crazy through and through."
He laughed and spun a circle 'round
my moonlit hull, then hovered, frowned.
"I guess it's just by force of will.
The purist world's begun to still -
I had no choice. I had to try.
My last form - much like yours - had died.
That grot's pure nano - dying breed.
The hybrid cell's a vicous seed,
Infecting, spreading co-evolved
It's all that's left. So I've resolved
to keep the entropy at bay,
both here and in the infospace.
My hybrid cells expose me to
a host of viral softies - true.
It's better than our kin who drift,
and through this infrastucture sift
decaying disembodied minds
uploaded to organic lines.
My name's Felix, by the way.
Let's stick together for a day
or a million. What's it been?
A thousand years? A single scene?"Should I say I'll stick around, or fly away without a sound?