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Why must I put things off to the last minute... Is it because I always find away to get things done, or is it because things always work out in the end.
When will I learn my reasoning for all this. When will I care enough to start things before they approach their end?
 

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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?
eatch wrote on Lebedev's profile.