No need for description, you can obtain that S-class fluid for such luxurious meal "yourself" (I mean you own that flavor of since you ve grown such splendid mushroom down there) or may be you wanna taste if other have better flavor!
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?