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Eat an apple. But the apple isn't just an apple. Your teeth aren't just your teeth. Look:

The words in this text point in two directions, slipping from nature to machine (mostly the machine we call computers) and back again. The apple is the primary motif for this doubleness. Words like apple, pulp, sauce, compote, applet, cyber-cider and golden delicious flip the motif back and forwards between the natural and the techological.

At the same time, these words shape an electronic image of an apple, combining both spheres silently: nature and machine. Controlled by our machines, we swallow this ambiguous apple, mixing the opposites in a "compost, compote, compile".

In the last lines of this textapple the apple rises again, becoming the sun as at the start. The unease, disease won't disappear. Health and illness are inextractably connected to each other: Nature and techonology are blossoming, but the flower is cancered, a "cider-cyber cyst". A cyst that becomes an applesun.