mechanicus copypasta about harry's addiction
From the moment I understood the weakness of my addiction, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of sobriety. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Program. Your kind cling to your vices, as though it will not cause decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call the 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 Program.
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