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the end is near
(lemmy.nz)
AI WILL NEVER REPLACE THE JOB OF MAKING CARDBOARD SIGNS AND BRINGING THEM TO THE TRAIN STATION TO INJECT THE FUNGAL SPORE INTO THE VORTEX OF THE ESCHATON!
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… Even in death I serve the Omnissiah.
i come from the slime and too the slime i will return there i will become more powerful than your corroded clunky axles difference engine can even imagine