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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Thcdenton@lemmy.world · 11 pts · 2y
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.
Grass@sh.itjust.works · 8 pts · 2y
what is the headgear, I must know
Crackhappy@lemmy.world · 5 pts · 2y
Holy crap what an interesting photo.
lastunusedusername2@sh.itjust.works · 2 pts · 2y
Which Rob Liefeld comic is this from?