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From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine. Your kind cling to your flesh, as though it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call the temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal… Even in death I serve the Omnissiah.
This machine doesn’t care. Your certainty is more folly in the face of a lathe.
Where this from again?
If anything lathes have a preference for squishy flesh and loose articles of clothing.
I swear I’ve seen one drool over a necktie.
nom nom nom
It’s a serious warning. Don’t become the next workpiece.
“Mistaken”
More like first blood. Your move, humanity.
*one and the same
Lathes are terrifying in their ability to maim or kill a meat popsicle in less time than it takes a beam of light to cross the length of a single meter.
I was running a 20hp takisawa drilling a 3in hole 18in deep in SS. The tool clogged with chips jamming the spindle. The machine jumped up and slammed down next to me. Scared the crap out of me. Same machine watched a dude put some long material in, seconds later a 3ft peice of solid aluminum bar is through the roof. Fun yet very dangerous machines
Sounds to me like this machine needs some sensitivity training
Should print this on some booty shorts
I miss r/scarysigns
Be the change you want to see in the world
“I’m a sex machine and have the same warning.”
