Talk:Again, Fear/@comment-7706473-20140819055006

Ah, perfect - it's been some time, and this makes the evening much better indeed. I've always had more sympathy for machines then most, so what can I say? This story hit me straight in the gut.

The pre-face already establishes what's going to happen, but the apocalyptic nature of the story quickly overwhelms it. The sheer brutal poetry of this line right here: ''Soon enough, when the lakes are all dried up and the sky hangs low and rough like a smothering blanket of sandpaper and the mirrors in people's eyes are clouded over they'll know what happened here. ''

Is awe-inspiring. Not just the language, but what would our irises be to a machine other then mirrors?.. It's beautiful, and horrifying, and who can say whether it's true or not, but the fear and the vengeance and the hope of our narrator as it degenerates and dies are fantastically frightening; a pleasure to read, though perhaps even more so to reflect on.