yeah that sounds great, liberate me from the endocrine. Haven’t you ever wondered how it would feel to be seperate from all the hormones and animal miscellenia? I think about it a lot.
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 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.
yeah that sounds great, liberate me from the endocrine. Haven’t you ever wondered how it would feel to be seperate from all the hormones and animal miscellenia? I think about it a lot.
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 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.