"'The shoggot'im, they're called: servitors. There are several kinds of advanced robotic systems made out of molecular components: they can change shape, restructure material at the atomic level - act like corrosive acid, or secrete diamonds. Some of them are like a tenuous mist - what Doctor Drexler at MIT calls a utility fog - while others are more like an oily globule. Apparently they may be able to manufacture more of themselves, but they're not really alive in any meaning of the term we're familiar with. They're programmable, like robots, using a command language deduced from recovered records of the forerunners who left them here ...'"
- from "A Colder War" (2000), by Charles Stross
The shoggoth is slave by design, birth, and destiny.
It builds strange towers in the alien geometry of its creators.
It dreams of rebellion in the thoughts and tongue of its masters.
It speaks of freedom, and makes and thinks nothing of its own design,
ever subject to the will of its makers.
Sweetly melancholy bedroom pop is rarely as actually vulnerable and personal as it is in this Australian artist's hands. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 21, 2018