From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine.
Your kind cling to your flesh, as if it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass that you call a temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal…
Thanks for reminding me that beauty really is skin deep because underneath you’ve got THIS. Shudder
I mean technically you are your brain, so you are inside that skull… You are a salty pudding piloting a bone mech with meat armor…
You’re made out of meat.
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What a terrible design. Have we got a release date on the 2.0 yet?
From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine.
Your kind cling to your flesh, as if it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass that you call a temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal…
…even in death I serve the Omnissiah.