It would be your fault, but the nostalgia I was talking about only made me happy, so no worries there.
Can't stop me from watching hehe, only delay. After having watched some old britush crime called Poirot for the morning, I now need a break with a more modern film....So I figure I'll watch the one called "Sin city" I stream it for free anyways which is why I watch so much movies and series these days.
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?