About isutowaru

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.

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