One day the crude biomass you call a temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you.
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A_Union_of_Kobolds@lemmy.world 4 weeks ago
I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspire to the purity of the Blessed Machine.
jackal@feddit.uk 3 weeks ago
burido@lemmy.world 3 weeks ago
I- Want I- Want to be a machine- and I- want to- be shining chrome and clean!