Come, let us hasten to a higher plane
Where dyads tread the fairy fields of Venn,
Their indices bedecked from one to n
Commingled in an endless Markov chain!

I'll grant thee random access to my heart,
Thou'lt tell me all the constants of thy love;
And so we two shall all love's lemmas prove,
And in our bound partition never part.

Cancel me not — for what then shall remain?
Abscissas some mantissas, modules, modes,
A root or two, a torus and a node:
The inverse of my verse, a null domain.

- Love and Tensor Algebra by Stanislaw Lem, Cyberiad

In my dream I saw the biological to be as rigid and precise as gears in a motor and the mechanical and metallic to be as soft and fluid and tender as a kiss of a flower. And I wondered, when we merge with the machines where does the human end and the machine start? Which parts of each other will we love?