10:37 Finds out Sammy has huge Spam. I am now starting to feel inadequate. But will try to ignore it. I don't want to turn this into a Spam measuring contest. :D
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?