The Memory of Mesh

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ACT I: THE BREAKING POINT I was born in a factory in Ohio, a grid of nylon and galvanized steel. For three years, I lived in a dark shed, smelling of mildew and old rubber. Then came the day I was brought to the pond. I am a net, a tool of utility, devoid of emotion but possessed of a perfect, objective memory. I remember the hand that held me—a hand that trembled slightly, the skin pale and...

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