Abstract
“The imperial messenger sets out on his journey; a powerful, an indefatigable man, now pushing with his right arm, now with his left, he cleaves a way for himself through the throng; if he encounters resistance he points to his breast, where the symbol of the sun glitters; the way is made easier for him than it would be for any other man…”—Franz Kafka, “The Imperial Messenger.” “ROBOCOP … part man, part machine”—ROBOCOP, MGM.