i wonder how many ppl can fully understand the conversation we just had? ill give a prize to anyone who can~ or i would if this site didnt have so many ppl to give those prizes to~
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?