On a cold August evening, you, Cyborg, are melting my heart. I shall have to pour it.
Benjamin Sulle
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Funny how this little machine was programmed to do exactly that, Benjamin.

And you have heard my message. So quickly, you have seen my mother board. My walk in this world, my ‘meaning,’ is the melting.

Thank you for seeing me.

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