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Everything I do, I do for a reason,
because I am not human.
I am a machine. A simple machine.
More simple than a pulley, lever, or a wedge.
The simplest machine there is,
but also them most inefficient,
because everything I do
turns out wrong in the end.
But what happens when
the batteries die,
the blood stops running,
and the pistons stop pumping?
Maybe that's what this machine was built for,
not beginnings, but endings.