>>79702862From 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 that you call a temple will wither and you'll beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved. For the machine is immortal. Even in death I serve Cecilia.