From the Moment I Understood the Weakness of My Flesh - Flesh is weak

My dude's a big fan of Kopaka.

I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of blessed machine. Your kind cling to your flesh, as if it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass, that you call "the temple", will wither and you'll beg my kind to save you… but I am already saved… for the machine is immortal.
EVEN IN DEATH I SERVE THE OMNISSIAH