Origin Story

There can’t be a game without a gun. Where we start:
a leitmotif of the digital dead, resurrection myths,
or a virus hidden in a Trojan tinderbox. All
humanoid shapes are suspect. Seamless bodies,
hand-cranked and barely-clad in husks of alloy,
discordant tones. A nun might ask the coordinates
for the first-ever immaculate birth on screen.
Dropping the womb entirely. We suffer amnesia
of the body, believe anything can emerge
from a stoma. A dragon. Artichoke hearts.
A prophet that looks like a hologram but isn’t.