and on good nights, I would dream of scissors

A hacker dreams they're part of the machine. There's a proprietary device embedded in their head. The device seems alerted, displaying an exclamation mark. An AI friend sits on her arm, connected to the same device.

The hacker holds out their hand. A naked daemon dances on it, free of any wires.

The hacker is surrounded by many devices, computers and machines, all interconnected by a rainbow of wires.

The hacker continues watching the daemon dance.

AI friend: "I wouldn't."