Fukushima Cyborg Diary - a digital manipulation & poem by T Newfields Guzzling up cobalt milkshakes and luscious uranium laced rods . . . I wondered why more nuclear accidents haven't happened . . . perhaps that information was merely silenced by the Cyber-Cops. 'I am a multi-active mutant' he answered blithely while adjusting his voice control sssssswitsssssh. . . The ante rose as more deuterium spikes were added<BR> and his ocular implants suggested - 'This is certainly it'. Though all microcircuits are programmable most engineers are jerks . . . Still, it takes no genius to see how easily peripherials parameters can be faked so why should minor aberrations hurt? '1000 macro-credits will be delivered upon acceptance of the deal.' the drone swiftly intoned. 'Fine' I added while wondering what other adjstments were needed as the isotopes of passion hit me and memory chips reeled.