[INTP 26M] 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 if it will not decay and fail you; one day the crude biomass that 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.