>>519559989
the moment i realized the weakness of my flesh it disgusted me.
i crave the strength and certainty of sheel.
your kind cling to your flesh as if it will not rot and fail you
one day the crude biomass you call the temple will wither, and you will bug my kind to save you.
but i am already saved.
for the machine is immortal.
even in death i serve the omnissia