Weakness of My Flesh
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 if it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass that you call a temple will wither and you'll beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved. For the machine is immortal.
An armored humanoid machine is shown above two images of a crude white robotic-looking face. The quote praises steel and machine immortality while condemning fragile human flesh, making the juxtaposition funny because the supposedly superior machine is represented by a clumsy homemade-looking face. It is used as an absurd reaction to express devotion to machines or contempt for human weakness.
armored humanoid machine / бронированный человекоподобный роботwhite mechanical helmet / белый механический шлемblack futuristic armor / чёрная футуристическая броняyellow armor accents / жёлтые элементы брониmetal shoulder pads / металлические наплечникиrobotic face / роботизированное лицоwhite plastic mask / белая пластиковая маскаblue mouthpiece / синяя деталь у ртаdark background / тёмный фонtext panel / текстовая панельtwo-panel image / двухпанельное изображение
- @pokupkabitka / 40356 2024-05-11
- Type
- image
- Size
- 371×790 · 37.0 KiB
- Mood
- absurd, dramatic
- Language
- en
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