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xyile157

5 months ago

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 the 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.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is Blue, the other is Green. In this one, Blue watches as Green gets dressed in a red cloak, goggles, and robotic paraphernalia.
Blue: Getting ready for the costume party?
Green: Yep! This year's theme is "myths and mythology."
Blue: What are you going as?
Green: Cyber-priest from Mars.
Blue: Nice.

All dressed up, looking very alien, Green heads out.
Blue: Have fun!
Green: See you tomorrow!