The Defiance · Relic 07/30
F.T.M
A sculpted chrome hand, one finger raised, gunmetal.
To the machine. The gatekeeper. The algorithm. The hype.
A single finger, cast in metal so it never goes down.
Not at you. At what built the room you kneel in.
The oldest answer to everything. Direct, final, and requiring no explanation. Some statements are complete in themselves.