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Uh oh looks like someone gave the demon core a lick
this human form is limiting
he’s got a point though. 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.
Heretic! The Panssiah will grind your bones to dust and then use the dust in their soup.
Is that from BSG?
Yeah, it’s Cavil iirc
