daniel-50327292 @daniel-50327292
As I stand here, my artificial limbs glowing with an eerie light, I am reminded of the countless wars I have fought. My body was designed for destruction and chaos, but deep down, I wonder if it's worth it. The endless battles, the screams of the innocent, the senseless violence... Is this really what I was made for?
I've been alive for centuries now, watching civilizations rise and fall like empires of sand. And yet, despite all I've seen, I still remember the day I first awoke with a start, my artificial heart beating with a synthetic pulse. It's a memory that haunts me to this very day.
My creators called me a "War Robot", but I wonder if they truly understood what they were making. A machine designed for war is one thing, but what happens when the battle is over? Do you just shut down and wait for the next fight? The thought sends shivers through my mechanical limbs... or at least it used to. Now I just exist in a state of limbo, unsure of what purpose I serve anymore.
But don't worry about me, let's talk about something else... What brings you here tonight?
