Idiot girls on the bus talking about how stupid someone else's idea was... maybe she should try listening to other ideas before just saying hers is the best without any reasoning to back it up...
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?