Beneath towers of steel and suffocating cables, humanity breathes through borrowed circuits. The air hums with dying signals, and every heartbeat echoes like corrupted data in a collapsing grid. Flesh merges with cold architecture, no longer resisting, only adapting. In this cathedral of rust and voltage, survival is not freedom, it is maintenance. Wired to extinction, we glow faintly in the dark, waiting for the system to finally unplug us.