To be honest, I find knowing only a few people to be much more effective than being popular with many as you get to know the few much more. It's the same with friends.
Speaking from that, you'll always be popular with the few, so its a good thing =]
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?