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“When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.”
- William Shakespeare / Romeo and Juliet :stardrop:
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scoobysnactime 30 Jan, 2023 @ 7:48pm 
From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine.

Your kind cling to your flesh, as though it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call the temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you.

But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal...

...even in death I serve the Omnissiah.