002//Sights, sounds, and half-assed revelations.
Alright, peons: someone explain to me the deal with the fucking rapist-bots before I get a bit more than just comically offended that the piles of metal haven't offered me a date, yet. And make it snappy -- I've been groped by so much metal in the past twenty four hours that I think I deserve a gorram handjob just to justify it all.