I'm new and don't know anyone yet! Dang, but I like cookies, so maybe its sam next? :D (If its sam, I will definitely share the cookie with you kore wa ^_^)
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?