A tip from a friend led me to an old hippie. In his shed, among dusty boxes of LPs and discarded record players, stood a defective but complete cyborg, hidden under a cloth. What made it truly remarkable: he also had an old Super 8 film of a cyborg store where this model was once for sale. Together, these two form a unique time document, a forgotten piece of history that I am delighted to share.

Of course, this story is invented. It illustrates how easily doubt can arise about historical facts. The sculpture exists, and the film also looks convincing. Yet this is science fiction, a field that is very dear to me. Moreover, the physical fusion of human and machine is no longer pure fiction: think of pacemakers or other implants.