“In Defense of Mechanisms”
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Pursued, I ran on the litter strewn beach.
Dogs howled, glancing back was not productive.
Among the less than pristine dunes
were painted signs conceived in a hurry,
DR. MOREAU NO LONGER PRACTICES HERE!
I stumbled, my thighs inconsolably stressed.
To pause was not entirely temporary.
I heard my own scream not express optimism,
that one obtuse voice as close as is to breathing.
Biblioklept 
Perhaps you should publish THE MACHINE STOPS a short story written in 1909 by E.M. Forster.
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