『I see... Well, you will have to return to it if you want to join my next MG though... I plan to use Skype in order to make some things faster and easier. + There are few things I can only do with skype...』
I have a different name on Skype. It would take a weak-medium level detective to find it, I think.
Yeah unown, I find I was just confused at what was going on the whole time. :P
It was kind of a relief when I died, so that I didn't need to keep track anymore. XD
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?