@Shadow A bit. Had unfinished business to deal with in till last Monday. Now I can be active here for awhile as you can see ^^ I'm guessing school has been getting in between you and internet... >_>
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?