Rainy, as expected of Seattle.
It's been raining a lot recently, considering how it's Fall.
I love the rain though, I can just stay inside, covering myself with a warm blanket, whilst drinking warm coffee and tea and reading/internet. :3
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?