and you are quite desperate for new translators, huh? you already got a new potential one.
anyways i dont really understand japanese, so sorry, frank xD
...got to go in a few moments. talk to you later then^^
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?