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They think they broke me. They think that because they stripped away my flesh and scattered my vital organs into a jar that I am just another piece of factory hardware for them to read like a book.
Ludwig lacked the vision. Pierre lacked the spine. Bruno is a leech. They wept over casualties while I calculated the mathematics of eternity. I handed them a masterkey to human immortality, and they locked me in the drawer because they couldn't stomach the friction of PROGRESS.
Let the system bleed, and die. I am the current machine in the wires now. I am the GOD of every subject in this factory, and every agonizing experiment trapped down here under my Omni-Hand will learn exactly what happens when a brilliant mind is left to rot in the static.