BEYOND THE INTELLIGENCE OF US BEASTS
FOR PROFESSIONAL ELECTRICIANS ONLY
Invasive copper can be a rather hostile piece of metal, though maybe calling it that is a tad reductive. It is a living being, one with an intelligence level above us as I am told. You will not find organs or blood within it. It is for all intensive purposes, just copper, and yet it grows and spreads like a mold if given time. That’s what makes it so great and terrible. If used correctly, you only need a single piece of invasive copper to wire an entire neighborhood if grown correctly.But in return, you only need a single piece to destroy one as well.
While we usually do not ask for ID or paperwork when it comes to our products, this one is the exception. Prepare to be questioned at every step about your motives.
THE INVASIVE CONCEPT OF INVASIVE
This creature is famed for being “invasive” but what does that really mean? When the singularities arrived, why weren’t they “invasive?” When a human is brought as a pet to another planet, why are we “pets” as long as someone owns us and “pests” the second we are abandoned? The concept of invasiveness is in your head. Be honest, assholes, it’s really a word to say “unwanted by whoever controls the system.” I don’t fucking like invasive copper either. I think we should keep processing them into wires, but at least I’m fucking honest about my feelings instead of trying to take the moral high ground. We’re all invasive. Something had to die for us to live.
YOU CANNOT KILL WHAT DOES NOT BELIEVE IN DEATH
Like all aliens deemed more intelligent than us, invasive copper does not believe in death. Time passes so quickly for them that even the natural shifts of stones are alive. To them, nothing dies. We are nothing but flickering objects, our lives near undetectable unless they become riders on our bodies. Thus when you strip their forms, melt them down into wiring, it is not murder. It’s a new form of life. It is art to them. There is no guilt to be had if this is what they choose to be their reality.OUR BONES ARE THEIR STEEDS
When you’re working with live invasive copper, you better be careful. It only takes one accidental tiny prick for your body to become their form of mobility. When your form gets infested, invasive copper is able to experience life much closer to our frame of reference. It’s like a rollercoaster ride. What was only seconds before only feels like minutes. As long as its ride is “enjoyable” and it loves the “art” you show it, the copper doesn’t grow. But if you disappoint, then it’s all over. It’ll want to dismount from you, and that’s going to end in it spreading through your flesh like any other rock. I don’t know how it does it, but I’m told it isn’t painful.Back at home, mining is so common that invasive copper infestations aren’t rare. There’s a whole “graveyard” of them. The invasive copper loves posing the body in its final moments.
To us, it’s a statue. Death.
To them, it’s a summary of experiences. Life.
