reject humanity, embrace the machine

alt text: the first two panels are a close-up of my generic-canine fursona’s angry face, first with their eyes closed, then with their eyes open and a fire in them. They say, “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.” The third panel is my fursona wearing a protogen visor, doing a cute face, saying “beep boop”, and sitting on the ground like a silly little guy.