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 it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call a ‘temple’ will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved. For the Machine is Immortal.

thank u so much for your service my little uwu pookie stinky bear :3

thanks for making the country GREAT again Mr. Biden

Thanks for inviting me to the whitehouse mr biden, uhhh mr biden? AAAAAAAA STOP STOP DONT TOUCH ME THERE MR BIDEN STOP,

thank you for your service, biden.