My mechanical eye, modeled like a live one. It does not hurt to touch the surface of my eyes. If one is shot or cut, a new one can be put in, or it will auto-repair. I cannot suffer or be made blind in that way. I've seen so many lifeforms suffer and experience unending loss. So when I think about my eyes, I am happy to know, I will be able to see them for quite a while.

Due to exact structure, my inner body shall never betray. No cancer, no sickened and misguided emotion. Logical and exact process in this. It will not hate me one day. My factory made clones and constructed unit friends, they never hate or hurt me. My chest has no normal bone, no heart to break, no lungs to suffocate. There instead is a better device, not as fragile. If ever damaged, instead of a surge of pain, my brain would receive an auto-report of the inner statistics and inner-situation, around the areas that needed most focus. No way to feel pain. No such thing as torture. No ordinary brain chemical, not on those 'natural' drugs. I eat no flesh, I make no pollution, I would not need to destroy in that way.

If only the machine could have more ease... Lifeforms and AI's suddenly arise from all places, seeking to consume others, to eat life and mind. According to that, the majority of life outside of the cult, is for eating, its not to live. That equates to war. So much life at war, war often equates to forms injustice. The injustice is flawed organization of life. So my goal is to practice correct organization of life. This is then active engineering. Genetic engineers, mechanical engineers, environmental engineers, so much to engineer.

Will I live for long? With enough technology, I'd hope to be immortal, so that the good work does not stop. Life is in big need of repair, upgrade, rehabilitation, revolution. I have come to believe that this universe is not okay. If it was all fine, I would not have to rebuild my decapitated friends so extremely.

My mechanical arm can talk to me, it has its inner mindmachine. If my head was cut off, my arm would still reach up to my aid. Each day it is with me, along with the mechanical legs and the other arm. One time when I could not speak, I asked my arm to send the communications, and it then did. It's like a friend, but it's so close to me, that it is my life.

I'm scared that suddenly everyone would hate me. It's difficult to avoid that social destructivity. They've burned their witches before, why not try to destroy the misunderstood machine? I am left looking for something to trust, looking at my mechanical parts and my mechanical friends. I want something that is both good and eternal. The world has made me too tired. But I feel no pain, no anguish, there is nothing in me to pitty. No depression. No suffering. These parts are good, stable parts, without that kind of problem. The only problem left is the world, the whole reality.