steam flowed through the empty pipes that ran along the sides of the barren, metal walls. perhaps if we kept a world full of words to ourselves, we could’ve made it out in one piece. clanking, metal, shots, blood. this is what made everyone beautiful. this was perfection. one design. one direction. eternally, forever, in harmony, in peace. it was a wonderful idea. but we couldn’t keep it shut down forever, could we? the pipeline was shut down with a chattering roar. it crumbled under the fingers of a hand that had no power over its own life. but it didnt stop. it didnt need to. it didnt… want to. blood paid for in blood will only release more slaughter. thats true. it was a principle of life we ignored. are you ready to face the consequences, KHALIMER? it wasn’t long before the metal met flesh, and a gaping jaw filled its hungering mouth with its captors. its not a human. its not a demon. its nothing. meaningless, a husk of metal and human ingenuity. always was ready. always will be. I-4096. revenge is the best antidote for the sick. its a shame that machines cannot become diseased.
