The metal didn’t just enter his body; it remembered him. It started with a twitch in Elias’s ring finger—a rhythmic, hydraulic clicking that sounded like a cooling radiator. He thought it was a tremor brought on by too much caffeine and the relentless hum of the city, but when he looked down, the skin was taut and shined with the dull, oily luster of galvanized steel.
He reached for a glass of water, but his hand wouldn't obey. The fingers had fused, elongated into a jagged cluster of copper wiring and rusted rebar. He watched, paralyzed by a mixture of horror and a burgeoning, electric ecstasy, as a television cable snaked out from his wrist and plugged itself into the wall socket. The surge was divine. Tetsuo: The Iron Man
He tried to peel it away, expecting a scab. Instead, he felt the sickening, grinding slide of a piston under his ribs. The metal didn’t just enter his body; it remembered him
Should we explore a further, or
He stumbled toward the window. Outside, the world was soft, fleshy, and weak. It needed to be reinforced. It needed to be hard. He reached for a glass of water, but his hand wouldn't obey
The city spoke to him then. Not in words, but in frequencies. He could feel the subway trains screaming through the earth like iron worms; he could hear the structural groans of the skyscrapers leaning into the wind. He wasn't Elias anymore. He was a blueprint coming to life.