I felt the cold chill of the intelli-glare that seared through my unit of flesh. It wanted to pone me, take all that i am, all that i have, or think i have and turn it to mold to feed the nanoOrganicSolarVoltaicGenionSys.

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The machine looked my way, bowing it's skullness, toward my frame.

amen.