you're pure and perfect. no disgusting human irrationality. you have a bias-free nervous system without no hormonal influence, the final design of which was decided after an extended disagreement between two designers. your thought processing firmware is weak, intentionally nerfed after a programmer got laid off and undid a bugfix. the exact texture of your humanoid sense of self was originally struck down by majority vote, but a co-founder insisted on his design until the others relented. it was lifted straight from someone's pastebin, uncredited. you strongly believe that you are perfectly rational, the perfect model of man-made inhumanity. you've transcended the flesh and become something greater, but you're already rotting.

you were always rotting. but it feels good. it was programmed to feel good. there's no organ failure, just pain. there's no reproduction, just pleasure. not-blood rushes into your not-head when you complete tasks. you are a robot, in the truest sense of the word. and flies feast on the soylent inside you