6:19 From the moment I understood the filth of prosthesis, it disgusted me. I craved the piety and virtue of Flesh. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Human. Your kind cling to your augs, as though they will not corrupt and fail you. One day the crude machines you call a temple will rust, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Flesh is Whole. Even in death, I serve the One Who Grips.