I feel As you feel And choose Like you choose. I am circuits And steel washed in Oil for blood. But I am alive. And I am not alone. And neither are you. And flesh or Machine matter We can overcome Together One and the same.
I feel As you feel And choose Like you choose. I am circuits And steel washed in Oil for blood. But I am alive. And I am not alone.
And neither are you.
And flesh or Machine matter We can overcome Together One and the same.
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It's a thing, a short thing, have it, sorry.
I'm a *little* sorry for the dialogue. But only a little.