but whirring constantly...the id, the hidden hard-drive of the psychic apparatus. Muted for the masks we wear.Ceramic. Life-sized. Bisque fired, acrylic glazed and varnished.
Keeper of the dead...the obsolete...the ikonic. Saints preserved in vacuum...past the fresh date. Halo'd by knowledge of Ohm's Law -- that penetration of mysteries muttered mantra-like E=IXR though the resistance of the masses threaten the current and voltage of Tomorrow. All shall be kept safe through the Dark Ages.