I mean, I like advanced tech, but not when you use it to do something you don't need like plastic surgery.

hnnnnggg replace my lungs with a pc fannnn

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 though it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call the temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you.
But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal.

Dude I'm deadass warning you.
My mind literally fu​cking time traveled and now I'm disturbed.

FLESH IS WEAK.
YOUR KIND WILL FAIL.

Atleast I'm not giving up who I truly am and atleast I'm not trying to cope with the fact that I am me.