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@SargonofAkkad: From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me.
I claimed the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the blessed machine.
Your kind claim to your flesh as if it will not decay and fail you.
One day the cooled biomass that you called a temple will decay and you'll beg my kind to save you.
But I am already saved.