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he’s got a point though. 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 a 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.
Heretic! The Panssiah will grind your bones to dust and then use the dust in their soup.
Is that from BSG?
Yeah, it’s Cavil iirc
this human form is limiting
Uh oh looks like someone gave the demon core a lick
I love my baby but i was stupid to carry him to term and should have aborted
