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
I recognize that architecture. That's supposed to be Urgot (shotgun knees, furnace stomache, Aris' railgun mounted as her right arm), though it's missing 2 more legs.
I recognize that architecture. That's supposed to be Urgot (shotgun knees, furnace stomache, Aris' railgun mounted as her right arm), though it's missing 2 more legs.
You can see six legs. 3 in the foreground, 3 in the background
