My 1st post in AGES! Hi Everyone! Super Hugs and miss you all a lot, I try and read things when I have time, sorry not been on in so long :( hope to be able to come back and hang out after some other life things are complete here.
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?