*massages crotch*
"BIATCH" *tried to stop the person by strangling but ended up breaking the neck*
*not a self-defense since the victim was experiencing pleasure*
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?