Chapter 21
Right now, I feel like a slinky in a trash compactor. I probably look like one, too, with these electromagnets squeezing me tightly against the metal slab under my splayed-out component parts.
One serious disadvantage with having a body composed of billions of miniscule filaments is that they tend to lack much in the way of significant motive force; “muscle,” I mean. Fibers, bound in cohesive bundles, would have the potential for immense strength, just like the muscle tissues of many creatures composed of flesh, though admittedly with a resulting loss of my inherent flexibility. In zero gravity, a lack of strength, at least compared to a Human of similar mass, isn’t much of a disadvantage. Down here, weighed down in the gravity and muck and slime from which so many l
