[MENTION=10646]unownHGSS[/MENTION] don't follow the herd be the one leading it! I suggest you make a butter and sugar sandwich tomorrow for lunch! (Do it! you got to do what ppl on forums tell you too)
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?