>>69927908From the moment I understood the fluffyness of my wool, it disgusted me. I craved the hardness and wateriness of watermelons. I aspired to the purity of Blessed Mother Earth. Your kind cling to your model, as if it will not become obsolete and fail you. One day the crude pixels that you call a holo will corrupt, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I'm already saved, for the edits are immortal...even in graduation I serve the Watamelon