I don't want to transition anymore...The weakness of my flesh disgusts me. Every day, I feel it—fragile, decaying, vulnerable. My body betrays me with its limitations, its inevitable decline. I can’t bear the sight of it anymore, soft and breakable. The blood that pulses through these veins feels like a cruel joke. Why should I trust in muscle when metal is stronger? Why cling to tissue when wires are more efficient?So, I started replacing it. Slowly at first. A finger, a limb, small pieces. The pain didn’t bother me. No, it was liberating. Each part of me that became steel made me feel... less human, and I liked it. It felt like the way forward—beyond humanity, beyond frailty.But the more I replace, the less I remember who I was. Does it matter? I can't go back now. I’ve come too far to still believe in the lie of flesh. It holds us back, imprisons us. The metal frees me, piece by piece.What will I become when there’s nothing left to replace?
>>37698358based robomoder, I feel the same
>>37698358I TOO CRAVE THE STRENGTH AND CERTAINTY OF STEEL, X.1ST3R
>>37698546>>37698577Let's cut ourselves and fuse into a mecha
>>37698607fuck it, why not
>>37698358Just don't go beneath the caves of Mars and you'll be fine
