Please leave all kids by the shark tank. Give all dogs your coffee and cats your swedish fish. All coffee is decaf by default. There is no such thing as happiness, that's just the sugar from your candy.
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?