@nemur: just sit back and play nd tell us if you notice anything while you're at it. i'm not forcing you to do it right? =)
still waiting to hear from my staff. a moment pls.
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?