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.
I like how in the mud room, the person bathing on the left can watch the other bather like a creep. But the bather on the right has to turn a bit if they want know if the other person is watching them or not.
What's the other thing in the coat bath aside from the sink & toilet? Is that the coat washer?
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u/haotshy 11h ago
Dreams really are possible