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…
To be precise, it’s the high amount of heat, electrolysis and other chemical reactions that kill you.
If you were a prefect conductor, you wouldn’t have a problem.
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…
Wow, what’s that from? It’s a great speech.
Reminds me of one of the cylon speeches in battlestar galactica
It’s a Warhammer 40K monologue that became a copypasta.
sadly, I never was good in music class and my sense of rhythm is bad
Guess you better stay away from it then