『Still, saying that they exist cause some bunch of people believe they exist is very incorrect... Just thinking that something exists won't make that something exist... In the end, you might just convince yourself that it does, but that won't change the truth that it doesn't...』
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?