Same bro.. This body doesnt have nearly enough mechadendrite.
Sfck? 5fck? Wat?
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 clings to your flesh, as If it won't decay, and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call a temple will either, 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 omnisiah.
From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me.