from the moment i understood the weakness of my flesh it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel, to aspire to the purity of the blessed machine. Your kind cling to your flesh as if it will not whither and fail you. But soon the crude biomass you call a temple will fail and you will beg my kind for salvation. But I am already saved, for the machine is immortal and even in death I serve the omnissiah
