I devise cunning ways to defeat superheroes when bored.
[MENTION=87]Frankincense[/MENTION]; After conducting much research, it appears that the answer is two. Guess you're going to have to find something else to keep wondering about now!
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?