I followed close, though he was small.
I scraped a wing against a wall
of living stone filled through with light
that glowed against the coming night.
Above, behind, the grot screamed rage
but fainter, fainter, as the cage
of ancient radio towers loomed
where rusty little flowers bloomed.
Our pace diminished as the air
grew dimmer and I turned to stare
and wonder if my judgement failed
in following this bird I trailed.
"All this life - it's hybrid, right?"
"Yep! Like me. Well... not quite"
"What do you mean?" I asked him then.
"I was a man - like you, my friend."
"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,
through wildish 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?