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