What we are first confronted with (at least those of us located at the "actual" site) is two seemingly dead (appropriately) white fragmented larger than life body-images, embedded in multiple blocks of concrete. The chip covered flesh lies back down, "bits" of arm extended above their respective heads, almost touching. We are invited to step toward/on the concrete figures. White noise fills the air. Upon looking more closely we begin to see words covering the reclining forms. Two singularities, no longer speaking, yet still being spoken through, language, (pre)occupied, interpolated in their discursive(ly reconstructed) space. Hailed ourselves, we bend down to read, interfacing with the silicon(ed) (no)bodies on their silicate base, and the sound becomes more clear ... cybersleaze and legalese, Habeas Corpus, timely reminders of the political battles being waged in the struggle to colonize "new frontiers." A hauntingly familiar story.