but but but all dead, corocoro-sama please help me corocoro-sama!
edit: sorry sorry sorry corocoro-sama, ignore poor little me, found in another place, sorry to bother you you can delete this post if you feel like, and thanks anyway :D
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?