Kybernetická Babicka is one of Trnka’s finest moments. It amazes me how much expression he gets from his wooden puppets with their fixed faces, through such subtle physical gestures they are nearly not there. The Cybernetic Grandmother herself, with her oscillator mouth and sinister Hammond undertones, is hauntingly psychotic. And that graveyard of the combustion age the granddaughter walks through, on her way to the huge alienated monoliths of the AI world!