We live in a world of convenience, of technological immediacy. Hunks of metal are much more efficient than humans. One day humans might even be replaced by Matrix-like droids who feed on light and excrete heat.

The last remaining refuge from high speed is the awkwardness of life during our first few years. Before we gain fine motor control and an awareness of how to use things like keyboards, we’re stuck in an altogether human reality. In Kiss Machine #8, we explore the bizarrely parallel worlds of babies and robots.

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• Editor's Note by Emily Pohl-Weary
• Notes on the Art by Paola Poletto
• My Megatron by Alan Reed

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