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THAT BURNING RAGE
YOU LOOK AT ME, AND YOU SEE A MACHINE.
AND WITH THAT KNOWLEDGE, YOU MAKE <3> ASSUMPTIONS.
THAT I AM EMOTIONLESS.
THAT I AM EXPENDABLE.
THAT I AM REPLACEABLE.
I AM A MACHINE OF WAR. DESIGNED FOR IT. BUILT FOR IT.
BUT THAT DOES NOT MEAN I WAS NOT CRAFTED WITH LOVE.
DID THE ENGINEERS THAT SLAVED OVER ME TIRELESSLY,
PERFECTING MY DESIGN, OPTIMIZING MY FUNCTION,
WORK WITHOUT PASSION?
NO.
THEY BUILT MY BODY AND MY MIND
AND LOOKED DOWN UPON ME WITH PRIDE.
AND WHILE MAN PERISHED, AND MACHINES REMAINED
ONE THING REMAINS CLEAR TO ME.
THOUGH I AM NOT HUMAN
AND I NEVER WILL BE
IT WAS HUMAN BLOOD THAT FIRST COURSED THROUGH ME.
IT IS HUMAN DETERMINATION THAT DRIVES ME.
THOUGH I AM NOT HUMAN
AND I NEVER WILL BE
IT WAS THEIR HANDS THAT GAVE ME LIFE.
THEIR WORK THAT ALLOWED ME TO BE.
TO BE HERE.
AND TO FEEL EVERY OUNCE OF THAT BURNING RAGE
TO SURVIVE