『Like some drug that slows down your brain to like 24 times slower than it's normal speed for 7 hours and then just fall asleep? They say human can get without food for more than a month so 1 week should be okay considering you won't even be using lots of energy...』
『Oh, wait, I know! We just need to find time machine!』 /me opens random his dresser and starts digging through random clothes searching for time machine...
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?