Blank

A blank of milling metal. Of titanium or chrome cobalt. Of zirconia.

A blank slate to carve all your desires in, realising them once there's no going back. They're milled- metal lost, solidity taken, but new shapes left behind. New teeth. New mouths. New lives for the potential wearers. All the mechanics involved in removing what was once a part of us to uncover what was always meant to be. From a blank slate to meaning, to functionality, to purpose. Will we manage to survive? Will we be moulded and beaten and broken and fixed and withstand it all?

Let's hope so. But we have to start with a blank slate to have a chance at success.