Crouching Robot, Hidden Galaxy
The New Cyclopean Me
Someday a new heart, and a new brain will join my false teeth to form a more enduring me.
When I am a robot I will upgrade my left eye and tear out the right one so I can stare like a cyclops through a mile-wide lens.
I will crouch in a dark crater on the moon for eons.
I will watch the farthest galaxy, full of anxious mothers and crashing civilizations, grow fainter and redder until the nothing in front of it is all I see.
Just so you know, the author does not have dentures. Also he is not planning all that stuff really.
