41821....i've had so much work this week that today feels quite good although i have work left to do. i also had a blocked ear...the type that you can't cure by blowing into your nose. i could hear my heart beat. it was quite annoying until i cured it by pure sleep
A given mission, mechanical assault, manufactured devotion.
Red eyes, an upside-down form. Even the twisted shape was made to be that way.
No matter how cruel the slaughter, worse than a demon's,
or how gentle the kindness, greater than an angel's,
a machine has neither will nor madness—only code, and a few bugs.
So why, then, does it feel so unbearably sad?