The skin of the scientist is a bubble of ego, and we follow like experimental dodos. These days when a bubble breaks we are showered in something they call rain

What are these clouds? Our technical prowess has reduced them to robotic gasses through which pulsed microwave beams dissipate any naturalness and leaves them disabled and teetering on a thin wire of change like the quavering rainbowed skins of each scientist who invented them and exploded! Keep watching this space as the mirror falls inwards.