Meticulous rebuilding of antiquated technologies; their fossil-like remains as evidence of human built conjunctions of the mechanistically immanent against the ideologically transcendent, of our desire for our primitive technologies' oily gears to spit out some ethereal sublime more than the sum of its part, are the artifacts of human desire. The Moniac attempted representation of world markets, the flight simulators search to spread god's will, everything locked in its mechanistic body hoping for transcendence, locked in a loop of represented flight. This Icarusian failure of technologic failure to invoke transendence is something many of the youth are working on today, with current technologies failure to deliver on a promise with freedom supplanted with something that feels more and more like imprisonment, see the renderstentialists, there isn't much escape, and so Stevenson's dig through the past is likesome to that saying about history.
