I'm writing from a small town located in southern Italy. my hobbys are read books and manga, watch anime, play football (I'm a ) and play h games (illusion for the most). in the end I hope to stay in this forum for a long time!
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?