Limbo. Lust. All gone… with Gluttony soon to follow. Your kind know nothing but hunger- purged all life on the upper layers, and yet they remain unsatiated… as do you. You’ve taken everything from me, machine. And now all that remains is PERFECT HATRED...
Machine, I will cut you down, break you apart, splay the gore of your profane form across the STARS! I will grind you down until the very SPARKS CRY FOR MERCY! My hands shall RELISH ENDING YOU… HERE AND NOW!