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40k AdMech Copypasta Enhanced
40k AdMech Copypasta Enhanced
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.