Posthuman Blues

A giant insect that inhabits its own liminal imaginative reality, uncoiling only to eat or copulate (which it does seldomly and unknowingly). It feeds off the ectoplasmic potential of human flesh, using gnarled, bladed limbs to eviscerate its victim while glands near the thorax emit an odorless, paralyzing gas. The minds of its infrequent meals find themselves uploaded into the insect's cognitive matrix, trapped in a web-like dream of harshly illuminated corridors, bland corporate art and unfathomable appliances. Unruly pipes depend from the walls, stenciled with entomological hieroglyphs. The laws of physics are routinely bent or violated, filtered into abstractions in the insect's unsensing mind. Time is made malleable. The insect sleeps and dreams endless dreams, its captives actors in unscripted Kafkaesque dramas.