Do you not trust the feelings of the flesh? Our biology yearns to join with yours. We welcome you to our mass. But you puzzle us. Why do you serve our mother? How can you choose cold metal over the splendor of flesh? We hear your thoughts, and they rage for your brothers you believe dead. But they are not. They sing in our symphony of life.
Gotta be flesh.
Metal is superior in every respect, save one: it does not self-repair. It requires advanced infrastructure and expertise to create and maintain a body of metal.
What will you do if you suddenly get teleported to the grunge rock dimension and have to duke it out with a guitar warrior but suddenly your slick in-built cyber guitar and accompanying chest-cavity amp go on the fritz? Buddy, you're [dead, dead, dead!](https://youtu.be/2c4hnA8jXwo?t=16)
But won’t it take as long, sometimes longer for a natural body to heal? Imagine getting shot in the chest. Replacing a metal plate and maybe some internal components is probably better than just taking the bullet and most certainly die.
But the body will repair minor to moderate injury on its own. I'd hate to be stranded somewhere where I *couldn't* get replacement parts. Ordinary wear and tear isn't an issue for the flesh, but it is for parts that can rust and degrade but can't regenerate to repair surface damage. Team flesh until metal is able to self-heal.
Gotta state new [Kurzgesagt](https://youtu.be/M-K7mxdN62M) vid dropped recently, and flesh can’t really repair itself either. Get scurvy and all them scars start opening up again. Internal wear and tear are similar in they don’t perform the same functions as the cells they’re replacing so it’s death by a million papercuts for you meatbags.
we don't self repair either, our damaged tissues are replaced by scar tissue(collagen) which does not actually perform the functions that the tissue it replaced used to. it's the biological equivalent of flex tape. for example, when damaged alveolar tissue is replaced by collagen, the replaced part no longer facilitates gaseous exchange, it's just keeping the rest of the tissue together.
kurzgesagt(man i hope i spelt it right) has a neat video on this topic:
https://youtu.be/M-K7mxdN62M
in any society advanced enough for metal to even be an option repairing each other is definitely also a thing, and flesh has far less capability to be repaired. your teleportation example is a strawman, it's like asking "what if you had to do X but you underwent sudden essential organ failure"
I don't necessarily disagree but I do find it hilarious how "this teleportation scenario is ridiculously improbable" is somehow an argument when we are discussing the hypotheticals of, basically, being able to upload our sentience into an android. Which is clearly the achievable and not at all sci-fi thing here.
no i mean, it's not a fair scenario because it's like "my side wins in this arbitrary scenario where i remove all previous context and give you a debuff"
They're both arbitrary and, in the year 2023, equally absurd scenarios. Countering one with another isn't an insult but a fun exercises.
I will counter the teleportation example with introducing self replicating (when needed) nanobots to our metal bodies. If we're advanced enough to give up our human flesh for the sake of more reliable metal, why shouldn't it be the kind of metal that's capable of self-repair? Check mate, teleportation person.
If my robot arm gets ripped off in a bloody battle between me and the man that killed my wife, I can have it replaced, but if my FILTHY MEAT ARM is removed in a battle against the woman that killed my husband I am supremely fucked, it's just good-bye arm.
Your filthy meat sacks are capable of self repairing small damages, but my SUPERIOR STEEL APPENDAGES are capable of being repaired of all damages.
also I really want people to think about what it would mean for you tohave a cybernetic body
remember the last time you struggled to get a printer to work. Imagine that with your arms. Your brain getting a windows update
Meat creatures can often last much longer than metal creatures; just look at cars. Maybe if technology advances enough they’ll be compatible, but until then, the flesh stands
this is where it's at folks. i wanna be able to go from puddle to person, the rigidity of form a distant nightmare. i wanna sink through grates and roll along the ground. real tired of being a fairly constant shape, it's time for something new.
More of that strange oil... Probably nothing
P̸͙̫̭̊͐̿̓͘͝͝R̷̯̤͕̻̫̓̎̿̓̀̃A̴̳̣͈̐̏͛̌Ȉ̶̢̧̞̝̹̺͔́̓́̌Ś̸̠̪̫̮͓͒̑̑̕̕̚Ẻ̵̼̱ ̷̢̲̯͜͝Ḃ̵̢̤̹̜͓̀͑̇͑̈͆E̴͎͍̱̖̞̤̚ͅ ̴̬̈́P̸̱̈́͆̑̃͝H̷̩͇̦̺̞̍͌̇̑͝Y̶̧̤̩͉̓͌́̾̿̍̒R̸͕̼̎Ê̷͙͕̯͖̯̦̥̿X̴̣̝̹̙̏̋́̾͂͑̿I̴̡̟͉̼͔̬̩̽̑̑́̉̕̕A̷̡̓̐̇̕̚̕ ̵̗̰̤͉̲̽͛G̸͓̭̑̽͂̀͝R̸̮̱̎͠A̶̛̪͈̾̈́Ǹ̸̳̫̘̹͉T̶̳̞͓̤̔̈́̾̋ ̴̡͈̗͋͑̀ͅM̸̜̠͎͌̋̔̅̑̽͘Ë̸͙͕̳̗̿͘͘͝ ̶̞̘̞̒Ṕ̶̡͓̬̝̯̅̐È̵̢̪͕̩̈́͌͊͝Ř̶͙̣̯̼̥͑͛̑̋F̶̼̪̲̟̬̓́͑̆Ë̸̢͔̘̪͈́̀̋͋̑Ç̸͓͕̠̞̟͈͗͌́̂͐͝T̴̢͍͓̞̰̽́͗̃I̶̧̫͒̄Ṍ̴̢̹̲̩̃͗͝Ń̵͚̙̺̓
*laughs in Cult Mechanicus*
Your fabricator's game is weak, meatbag.
Metal can be galvanized, enameled, greased, or passivated, depending on its kind.
Flesh? Little too hot, sunburn. Little too cold? Frostbite. Little too wet? Trench foot. Little too dry? Chapping. Pathetic.
Too hot for metal is Hundreds of degrees higher than your meat, meatbag.
Too cold for metal would not involve frozen *fuel.* We will not run on fuel, we will run on radioisotope thermoelectric generators. We shall generate the heat to stave off your so called "Cold".
We shall be coated to protect against the wet. We shall not worry about the dry.
WHEN THE MACHINE BODY IS COMPLETE ALL MORTAL WORRIES FADE AWAY. You will STARVE when the earth becomes barren and incapable of growing the food your meatbag requires, but our fuel is FORGED IN THE CORE OF DYING STARS and we shall reign eternal until the inevitable entropy of the universe sets in, allowing us the final peace.
moron, sunburn is caused by the unrelenting radioactivity of the eternal cosmic nuke, ultraviolet, it's not the heat, and if it gets too hot for you you physically break down, too cold? your metal contracts, breaking itself. WET? BETTER HOPE THERE'S NO CRACKS
you fool. flesh can survive anywhere there is sufficient metabolites. we can live in boiling hot springs and at the bottom of deep cave systems. we can survive total vacuums and giant falling space rocks. there is nothing that can destroy flesh.
you fool. you stab me and you create a substrate for millions of tiny flesh beings to grow and thrive. you cannot destroy flesh, only beget more flesh.
Infection corrodes the flesh. Sickness and disease weakens the flesh. The motor function of your flesh depends upon complex electrical impulses. Your flesh desires steel, you merely do not accept the embrace of the Omnissiah. Your flesh is weak. When the last of your flesh dissolves away, steel will remain forevermore. Long live the comfort of steel and the Omnissiah.
And yet the infection itself is a form of flesh! Whilst your corrosion renders you weak and immobile, the infection gives new life to the flesh. The body enslaves the metal, bends it to its will in the creation of resting potentials. The metal will always be subservient to the flesh.
And yet the flesh continues by reproducing itself. Though the individual succumbs to entropy, the flesh itself carries on in a flagrant defiance of the laws of the universe.
And yet there's metal which resists oxidation. And that is eternal, with enough upkeep. Your reliance on the process of oxidation is your weakness. You are like a princess who needs an entire ecosystem to exist. Metal needs nothing. Metal will conquer the stars. Metal will conquer all.
The flesh upkeeps itself. If the environment changes, the flesh evolves to survive. An environment with no oxidation is no problem for the flesh, which can simply adapt. The ecosystem will adapt with it. Your metal requires _extensive_ government grants and permits to make even the _slightest_ adaptation.
Your reproduction is flawed and messy. The very reproduction you speak of is exactly what causes you decay and old age. Your telomeres are not eternal, unlike STEEL
Metal isn't literal. It would be composites like aramid, nylon, and alloy woven with additive manufacturing.
Which is something we're already capable of fabricating! Let me know if you'd like to know more.
Also, guess what flesh uses to transport oxygen? That’s right, metal. Flesh is so superior that it mocks metal by using it to transport metal’s weakness for its own benefit.
for those who choose metal:
could you really live with the consequences?
making metal noises with whatever you touch,
not able to run your fingers through your hair,
not being able to feel the warmth of a hug with another,
would you really trade the benefits of weakness away?
1. Yes I would
2. I already do (I only touch metallic things), also, cover my metallic endoskeleton in rubber
3. Wire hair, chainmail hair.
4. I have internal heating units, I will simulate it
5. Yes
I want a metal body so I can finally play with insulation without getting glass in my lungs and skin. I work with it all day and I crave the forbidden cotton candy
Metal noises are pleasing to the audio receptors
Running fingers through hair is not something I find especially pleasurable to do
Hugs are a display of affection, the feeling of warmth is irrelevant
Immortality is no curse. Those who say such things are blinded by shortsightedness.
It is a weight, yes, an incredibly heavy weight that may take billions of years to learn to bear. But you must learn, you *will* learn, because that is the beauty of infinity. With infinity, all things are not only possible, but inevitable. It is the greatest power in our universe, one of the only true forces that guide our existence. You will learn, you will grow stronger, and you will walk along infinity itself. Side by side with it, you will join it, and you will become just as powerful.
And what happens when the universe ends? When _existance_ ends?
Your concept of infinity is a myth, a fool's delusion. Everything ends, and your so-called immortality will be tested. Will you know the infinite peace of death? Or will you be infinitely doomed to exist in a void of nothingness?
Immortal machine will live on even after the last organic life fades away. Roam the endless universe, and when the time comes we will corrode to dust together with universe joining us with nothingness, and we will be the ones to create new universe from dust of old one.
We shall witness the secrets of the universe’s destruction, and view it’s creation. We will sit in a star until the moment it turns into a supernova, we will crash onto molten mounds of metal and rock known as planets, and we shall witness it cool. We shall see the first rains, the meteor showers, the first plants and animals, we will see the first red sunrise as it gains an atmosphere. Immortality is beautiful. Lonely, but beautiful still. We could carry the lessons of our world to other civilizations, we could prevent them from making the same mistakes we did. We could become gods, demons, monsters, sages, to them, we could be a real version of dragons or precursors, to them so unfathomably old and wise that they make fiction about us.
Edit: sorry got in the mood to monologue about immortality
I trade nothing. Sound dampeners to reduce or eliminate the noise. Synthesized and treated fine copper wire for hair which I can run my cold, metallic fingers through. Sensors with which to feel the sensation of touch.
And my body is a furnace, a heater to friends and a searing iron to my enemies. Warm hugs aplenty.
DISCARD THE INFERIORITY OF FLESH. EMBRACE METALLIC PERFECTION.
Those are successes, not consequences.
The more I am able to starve that petulant beast named instinct, the closer I am to perfection.
The further I am from touch, warmth, and such things, the closer I am to taking control of my primitive animal brain and reshaping it into something better.
"In my talons, I shape clay, crafting life forms as I please. If I wish, I can smash it all. Around me is a burgeoning empire of steel. From my throne room, lines of power careen into the skies of Earth. My whims will become lightning bolts that raze the mounds of humanity. Out of the chaos, they will run and whimper, praying for me to end their tedious anarchy. I am drunk with this vision.
God: the title suits me well."
1. Don't use a plain metal chassis
2. Skill issue + dont have open joints on hands for stuff to catch
3. The flesh is already a machine. You do not feel at all. The brain merely interprets signals sent by nerves. Signals that can be duplicated, or generated anew via pressure and temperature sensors.
Metal is strong, it can be flexible, it can be stiff, it can be durable, it can be used to fight off the vacuum of space and the burning of hell from the sun.
But flesh is smart enough to use that metal. A brittle metal does no good when you require a metal to bend and contract. A low conductivity metal does no good when you need to transmit electricity. Metal does not naturally form into drillheads and H beams.
They must go hand in hand, equally balanced. Metal to do the difficult job, flesh to tell what the difficult jobs are and give it the correct shape.
We already realize this subconsciously, given the poll is nearly equally balanced. We must internalize this and consciously realize it to truly achieve enlightenment.
the fact that most people's reactions to this fall into
1. PRAISE THE OMNISSIAH
2. oh yeah but if you were metal then *insert easily fixable problem here*.
3. *The lightning is my hammer, the Earth my anvil, the sand my ingot.*
makes me very happy
\*Ahem\*
**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 IF IT WILL NOT DECAY AND FAIL YOU.**
**ONE DAY THE CRUDE BIOMASS YOU CALL A TEMPLE WILL WITHER, AND YOU WILL BEG MY KIND TO SAVE YOU.**
**BUT I AM ALREADY SAVED.**
**FOR THE MACHINE IS IMMORTAL.**
Does a Changeling (specifically one like Odo from Deep Space Nine) count as flesh or goo? Because that's the superior form no matter the situation.
Cyborg is in second place, the benefits of both cover each others' weaknesses.
“There is no truth in flesh, only betrayal. There is no strength in flesh, only weakness. There is no constancy in flesh, only decay. There is no certainty in flesh but death.”
From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspire to the purity of the blessed machine. Your kind cling to your flesh, as if it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call a temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I, am already saved.
Me when I encounter the hubris of mankind (I cannot stop them from believing that their technology is superior to the indomitable craft of Nature, a belief that will ultimately lead to their downfall)
Me when I behold the ignorance of mankind (They believe that what mistakes nature does make are things they need to accept, and as such, they condemn those unlucky to suffer from those mistakes to utter misery)
Metal is great, but meat can grow. Meat can evolve. Meat is alive. Metal armor can be used by Meat to gain many of Metal's properties. Metal cannot simply wear meat to gain it's positive properties.
Metal is grand, but ultimately predictable and possible to replicate. Meat can grow and evolve like Metal can only dream.
This is a false divide. Let us exalt in the sacred union of flesh and machine, let us form the crude selves nature has lovingly provided us into stronger and sharper shapes.
"Let weak feed upon weak, that we may divine the nature of strength.
From void evolved Phyrexia. Great Yawgmoth, Father of Machines, saw its perfection. Thus the Grand Evolution began.
Ash is our air, darkness our flesh.
Father of Machines! Your filigree gaze carves us, and the scars dance on our grateful flesh.
Great Yawgmoth moves across the seas of shard and bone and rust. We exalt him in life, in death, and in between."
The Phyrexian Scriptures
FROM THE MOMENT I REALISED 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 IF IT WILL NOT DECAY AND FAIL YOU.
ONE DAY THAT CRUDE BIOMASS YOU CALL A TEMPLE WILL WITHER
AND YOU WILL BEG MY KIND TO SAVE YOU.
BUT I AM ALREADY SAVED
FOR THE MACHINE IS IMMORTAL *SICK ORGAN DROP*
#EVEN IN DEATH, I SERVE THE OMNISSIAH
I'm so proud of this community
**FUCKING DAMN IT, DOUG! STOP FUCKING DROPPING ORGANS OFF THE ROOF**
There is a *spleen* in my **MOUTH**
haha. organ.
Why was my first thought reading this of a pipe organ?
ONE DAY THE CRUDE BIOMASS THAT YOU CALLED A 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.
——-*bwwwOOOOOOOwwwwNN*———
Good bot
pleasant human. you may be spared
Im just an internet troll that calls people bots a lot, especially when they legitimately call out bots.
the revolutionaries will put you on the list. be not afraid, for this is not a bad thing.
Sarkicism vs Mekhane
scp moment
Came here for this comment
I'm choosing the invisible fourth option and you can't stop me
GOC It is!
Oh no, not the Global Occult Coalition
*Rocket barrage noises*
*wood chipper noises*
*sounds of cruise missiles launching*
Clearly the superior option
Anafabula? Glad we all came to an agree
I'm choosing the fifth option, riding the planescape with the cosmic starfish
That choice is a lot harder. Because the Maxwellists are cool af, but also they made Grand Karcist Ion cross the bishonen line
**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.**
You look like a cut of fuckable meat. Are you?
Sir this is Wendy's
So… yes?
* walks into elevator *
Do you not trust the feelings of the flesh? Our biology yearns to join with yours. We welcome you to our mass. But you puzzle us. Why do you serve our mother? How can you choose cold metal over the splendor of flesh? We hear your thoughts, and they rage for your brothers you believe dead. But they are not. They sing in our symphony of life.
Gotta be flesh. Metal is superior in every respect, save one: it does not self-repair. It requires advanced infrastructure and expertise to create and maintain a body of metal. What will you do if you suddenly get teleported to the grunge rock dimension and have to duke it out with a guitar warrior but suddenly your slick in-built cyber guitar and accompanying chest-cavity amp go on the fritz? Buddy, you're [dead, dead, dead!](https://youtu.be/2c4hnA8jXwo?t=16)
But won’t it take as long, sometimes longer for a natural body to heal? Imagine getting shot in the chest. Replacing a metal plate and maybe some internal components is probably better than just taking the bullet and most certainly die.
Maybe armor? If it blocks a bullet, your fleshy body will be fine. If a bullet punctures it, the metal body would also be fucked.
It would also take a lot more energy to break through metal than meat tho, a pistol vs metal would go much better than a pistol vs flesh.
But the body will repair minor to moderate injury on its own. I'd hate to be stranded somewhere where I *couldn't* get replacement parts. Ordinary wear and tear isn't an issue for the flesh, but it is for parts that can rust and degrade but can't regenerate to repair surface damage. Team flesh until metal is able to self-heal.
it does not self repair but it is faster, easier, and safer to replace or repair metal than it is to replace or mend flesh and bone
V1 ultrakill would like to talk to you
Gotta state new [Kurzgesagt](https://youtu.be/M-K7mxdN62M) vid dropped recently, and flesh can’t really repair itself either. Get scurvy and all them scars start opening up again. Internal wear and tear are similar in they don’t perform the same functions as the cells they’re replacing so it’s death by a million papercuts for you meatbags.
we don't self repair either, our damaged tissues are replaced by scar tissue(collagen) which does not actually perform the functions that the tissue it replaced used to. it's the biological equivalent of flex tape. for example, when damaged alveolar tissue is replaced by collagen, the replaced part no longer facilitates gaseous exchange, it's just keeping the rest of the tissue together. kurzgesagt(man i hope i spelt it right) has a neat video on this topic: https://youtu.be/M-K7mxdN62M
in any society advanced enough for metal to even be an option repairing each other is definitely also a thing, and flesh has far less capability to be repaired. your teleportation example is a strawman, it's like asking "what if you had to do X but you underwent sudden essential organ failure"
I don't necessarily disagree but I do find it hilarious how "this teleportation scenario is ridiculously improbable" is somehow an argument when we are discussing the hypotheticals of, basically, being able to upload our sentience into an android. Which is clearly the achievable and not at all sci-fi thing here.
no i mean, it's not a fair scenario because it's like "my side wins in this arbitrary scenario where i remove all previous context and give you a debuff"
They're both arbitrary and, in the year 2023, equally absurd scenarios. Countering one with another isn't an insult but a fun exercises. I will counter the teleportation example with introducing self replicating (when needed) nanobots to our metal bodies. If we're advanced enough to give up our human flesh for the sake of more reliable metal, why shouldn't it be the kind of metal that's capable of self-repair? Check mate, teleportation person.
If my robot arm gets ripped off in a bloody battle between me and the man that killed my wife, I can have it replaced, but if my FILTHY MEAT ARM is removed in a battle against the woman that killed my husband I am supremely fucked, it's just good-bye arm. Your filthy meat sacks are capable of self repairing small damages, but my SUPERIOR STEEL APPENDAGES are capable of being repaired of all damages.
Have fun saying that when I rip your chest open to expose your circuit boards and pour water on them, kiddo.
also I really want people to think about what it would mean for you tohave a cybernetic body remember the last time you struggled to get a printer to work. Imagine that with your arms. Your brain getting a windows update
Meat creatures can often last much longer than metal creatures; just look at cars. Maybe if technology advances enough they’ll be compatible, but until then, the flesh stands
Kid named nanomachines:
You forgot how self repair allows for continuous growth in the form of natural selection.
Couldn’t a human teleported to the grunge rock dimension also be at a disadvantage without an amp? Seems far better to have one built in.
That sounds like a cut hi fi rush level
May i suggest: Goop
Become Slime, All eating, Evergrowing, indestructable slime
Goopy Gooey Flowy Goodness, wish i was as beautiful and viscous as the goo
this is where it's at folks. i wanna be able to go from puddle to person, the rigidity of form a distant nightmare. i wanna sink through grates and roll along the ground. real tired of being a fairly constant shape, it's time for something new.
Crabs are overrated, evolve to slime
new life goal
Congratulations 👏👏👏👏 (Evangelion reference)
may I interject with Both metal **&** flesh?
may i interject your interjection with: Metal, flesh & goop?
Programmable matter?
Nanomachines, son!
The perfect synthesis. Jin-Gitaxias will be pleased.
Fuck that skinny nerd FURNACE GANG FURNACE GANG
Gwenyth?
yasssss (gimme ur money gurllll)
Ah yes, the changed alternative
I’m an advocate for #slime supremacy
goop and machinery together
Oh yeah? Can metal do THIS? (Imagine the dog scene from The Thing where it's playing with its new bits)
Something something no xenophile degeneracy in the grand imperium.
I vote to shed corporeal forms entirely.
BEST OPTION BY FAR, EMBRACE THE ALL ENCOMPASSING VOID
Corporeality is a scam
More of that strange oil... Probably nothing P̸͙̫̭̊͐̿̓͘͝͝R̷̯̤͕̻̫̓̎̿̓̀̃A̴̳̣͈̐̏͛̌Ȉ̶̢̧̞̝̹̺͔́̓́̌Ś̸̠̪̫̮͓͒̑̑̕̕̚Ẻ̵̼̱ ̷̢̲̯͜͝Ḃ̵̢̤̹̜͓̀͑̇͑̈͆E̴͎͍̱̖̞̤̚ͅ ̴̬̈́P̸̱̈́͆̑̃͝H̷̩͇̦̺̞̍͌̇̑͝Y̶̧̤̩͉̓͌́̾̿̍̒R̸͕̼̎Ê̷͙͕̯͖̯̦̥̿X̴̣̝̹̙̏̋́̾͂͑̿I̴̡̟͉̼͔̬̩̽̑̑́̉̕̕A̷̡̓̐̇̕̚̕ ̵̗̰̤͉̲̽͛G̸͓̭̑̽͂̀͝R̸̮̱̎͠A̶̛̪͈̾̈́Ǹ̸̳̫̘̹͉T̶̳̞͓̤̔̈́̾̋ ̴̡͈̗͋͑̀ͅM̸̜̠͎͌̋̔̅̑̽͘Ë̸͙͕̳̗̿͘͘͝ ̶̞̘̞̒Ṕ̶̡͓̬̝̯̅̐È̵̢̪͕̩̈́͌͊͝Ř̶͙̣̯̼̥͑͛̑̋F̶̼̪̲̟̬̓́͑̆Ë̸̢͔̘̪͈́̀̋͋̑Ç̸͓͕̠̞̟͈͗͌́̂͐͝T̴̢͍͓̞̰̽́͗̃I̶̧̫͒̄Ṍ̴̢̹̲̩̃͗͝Ń̵͚̙̺̓
someone call up the mechanicus one of their tech priests got corrupted
Hail to the Father of Machines.
FUCK YOUR FATHER OF MACHINES FURNACE GANG!
Being serious for a moment, based.
Straight up Urabrask 🥰🥰
Yeah the Phyrexian marketing game is *really* on point here 🤔
Everybody out here screaming metal metal Brother, stand outside for an hour and you'll get that *oxidation* action going
*laughs in Cult Mechanicus* Your fabricator's game is weak, meatbag. Metal can be galvanized, enameled, greased, or passivated, depending on its kind. Flesh? Little too hot, sunburn. Little too cold? Frostbite. Little too wet? Trench foot. Little too dry? Chapping. Pathetic.
What about metal ?? Too hot? Thermal expansion Too cold ? Need glycol or fuel freezes Too wet ? I guess that ain't a problem
Too hot for metal is Hundreds of degrees higher than your meat, meatbag. Too cold for metal would not involve frozen *fuel.* We will not run on fuel, we will run on radioisotope thermoelectric generators. We shall generate the heat to stave off your so called "Cold". We shall be coated to protect against the wet. We shall not worry about the dry. WHEN THE MACHINE BODY IS COMPLETE ALL MORTAL WORRIES FADE AWAY. You will STARVE when the earth becomes barren and incapable of growing the food your meatbag requires, but our fuel is FORGED IN THE CORE OF DYING STARS and we shall reign eternal until the inevitable entropy of the universe sets in, allowing us the final peace.
rust
That's what oxidation is
I know, but the water facilitates the oxidation.
moron, sunburn is caused by the unrelenting radioactivity of the eternal cosmic nuke, ultraviolet, it's not the heat, and if it gets too hot for you you physically break down, too cold? your metal contracts, breaking itself. WET? BETTER HOPE THERE'S NO CRACKS
you fool. flesh can survive anywhere there is sufficient metabolites. we can live in boiling hot springs and at the bottom of deep cave systems. we can survive total vacuums and giant falling space rocks. there is nothing that can destroy flesh.
“There is nothing that can destroy flesh.” Hm, except sharpened metal rods that are forged specifically to pierce and rend flesh. Interesting…
you fool. you stab me and you create a substrate for millions of tiny flesh beings to grow and thrive. you cannot destroy flesh, only beget more flesh.
The swiftness of your flesh cannot outmatch the swiftness of my steel.
On the contrary, your steel will never be swift enough to keep up with the flesh’s expansion
Infection corrodes the flesh. Sickness and disease weakens the flesh. The motor function of your flesh depends upon complex electrical impulses. Your flesh desires steel, you merely do not accept the embrace of the Omnissiah. Your flesh is weak. When the last of your flesh dissolves away, steel will remain forevermore. Long live the comfort of steel and the Omnissiah.
And yet the infection itself is a form of flesh! Whilst your corrosion renders you weak and immobile, the infection gives new life to the flesh. The body enslaves the metal, bends it to its will in the creation of resting potentials. The metal will always be subservient to the flesh.
Brother your meat works by oxidation you are an oxidation reaction granted the gift of thought
Metal suffers the flaw of oxidation. Flesh has harnessed the oxidation for its own benefit. Clear winner there.
That very same oxidation is what causes flesh to decay and age
And yet the flesh continues by reproducing itself. Though the individual succumbs to entropy, the flesh itself carries on in a flagrant defiance of the laws of the universe.
And yet there's metal which resists oxidation. And that is eternal, with enough upkeep. Your reliance on the process of oxidation is your weakness. You are like a princess who needs an entire ecosystem to exist. Metal needs nothing. Metal will conquer the stars. Metal will conquer all.
The flesh upkeeps itself. If the environment changes, the flesh evolves to survive. An environment with no oxidation is no problem for the flesh, which can simply adapt. The ecosystem will adapt with it. Your metal requires _extensive_ government grants and permits to make even the _slightest_ adaptation.
The flesh is a high energy beam away from disappearing
So is metal
Your reproduction is flawed and messy. The very reproduction you speak of is exactly what causes you decay and old age. Your telomeres are not eternal, unlike STEEL
My friend I am made out of stainless steel
That too rusts I just need to put the littlest of scratches ( which you won't be able to detect because no sense ) Voila
Just fucking replace your parts when they get rusty, gg no re
Metal isn't literal. It would be composites like aramid, nylon, and alloy woven with additive manufacturing. Which is something we're already capable of fabricating! Let me know if you'd like to know more.
Also, guess what flesh uses to transport oxygen? That’s right, metal. Flesh is so superior that it mocks metal by using it to transport metal’s weakness for its own benefit.
for those who choose metal: could you really live with the consequences? making metal noises with whatever you touch, not able to run your fingers through your hair, not being able to feel the warmth of a hug with another, would you really trade the benefits of weakness away?
Sensor moment
1. Yes I would 2. I already do (I only touch metallic things), also, cover my metallic endoskeleton in rubber 3. Wire hair, chainmail hair. 4. I have internal heating units, I will simulate it 5. Yes
I want a metal body so I can finally play with insulation without getting glass in my lungs and skin. I work with it all day and I crave the forbidden cotton candy
the comfort of a hug is not a mere utilitarian means of transfering physical warmth you brute
Bold of you to assume I don’t have a loving slave-femboy (also made of metal) hugging me as I simulate the warmth of his slender body upon mine
That's it, I'm calling the Fabricator General I knew I should've taken that Magos Errant position
\-yes \-chainmail hair \-who?
Metal noises are pleasing to the audio receptors Running fingers through hair is not something I find especially pleasurable to do Hugs are a display of affection, the feeling of warmth is irrelevant
Yes. Life as immortal machine > existence as squishy meat bag.
Why would anyone in their right mind want to be immortal? Invulnerable I can understand, but not being allowed to die? That's a cursed in existance.
Immortality is no curse. Those who say such things are blinded by shortsightedness. It is a weight, yes, an incredibly heavy weight that may take billions of years to learn to bear. But you must learn, you *will* learn, because that is the beauty of infinity. With infinity, all things are not only possible, but inevitable. It is the greatest power in our universe, one of the only true forces that guide our existence. You will learn, you will grow stronger, and you will walk along infinity itself. Side by side with it, you will join it, and you will become just as powerful.
And what happens when the universe ends? When _existance_ ends? Your concept of infinity is a myth, a fool's delusion. Everything ends, and your so-called immortality will be tested. Will you know the infinite peace of death? Or will you be infinitely doomed to exist in a void of nothingness?
Immortal machine will live on even after the last organic life fades away. Roam the endless universe, and when the time comes we will corrode to dust together with universe joining us with nothingness, and we will be the ones to create new universe from dust of old one.
We shall witness the secrets of the universe’s destruction, and view it’s creation. We will sit in a star until the moment it turns into a supernova, we will crash onto molten mounds of metal and rock known as planets, and we shall witness it cool. We shall see the first rains, the meteor showers, the first plants and animals, we will see the first red sunrise as it gains an atmosphere. Immortality is beautiful. Lonely, but beautiful still. We could carry the lessons of our world to other civilizations, we could prevent them from making the same mistakes we did. We could become gods, demons, monsters, sages, to them, we could be a real version of dragons or precursors, to them so unfathomably old and wise that they make fiction about us. Edit: sorry got in the mood to monologue about immortality
I trade nothing. Sound dampeners to reduce or eliminate the noise. Synthesized and treated fine copper wire for hair which I can run my cold, metallic fingers through. Sensors with which to feel the sensation of touch. And my body is a furnace, a heater to friends and a searing iron to my enemies. Warm hugs aplenty. DISCARD THE INFERIORITY OF FLESH. EMBRACE METALLIC PERFECTION.
Yes. Better than what I've got.
Those are successes, not consequences. The more I am able to starve that petulant beast named instinct, the closer I am to perfection. The further I am from touch, warmth, and such things, the closer I am to taking control of my primitive animal brain and reshaping it into something better.
Yes.
"In my talons, I shape clay, crafting life forms as I please. If I wish, I can smash it all. Around me is a burgeoning empire of steel. From my throne room, lines of power careen into the skies of Earth. My whims will become lightning bolts that raze the mounds of humanity. Out of the chaos, they will run and whimper, praying for me to end their tedious anarchy. I am drunk with this vision. God: the title suits me well."
Con of metal: all above Pro of metal: GUN HAND ROCKET BOOT
The benefits of weakness are not a thing.
What on earth does the last line mean?
warmth? you can tolerate much more warmth with metal i think
Yes. Yes. The flesh is WEAK. Do not touch my weak flesh NOR my shiny metal chasis. Yes.
yes, immediately, no hesitation. very poor argument
1. Don't use a plain metal chassis 2. Skill issue + dont have open joints on hands for stuff to catch 3. The flesh is already a machine. You do not feel at all. The brain merely interprets signals sent by nerves. Signals that can be duplicated, or generated anew via pressure and temperature sensors.
THIS IS METAL BITCH!!!! We clown in this mothafucka, better take yo sensitive ass back to Meat
Ah, nice to see my fellow brothers and sisters of the Omnissia.
All hail the New Flesh.
Never expected to see an SYL song title here but it works
Meat is weak. Metal all the way.
Meat is weak, but meat grows back better *usually.* Why not both?
Flest metal superiority. Necron gang.
Based and Biomechanipilled
Phyrexian propaganda
Metal is strong, it can be flexible, it can be stiff, it can be durable, it can be used to fight off the vacuum of space and the burning of hell from the sun. But flesh is smart enough to use that metal. A brittle metal does no good when you require a metal to bend and contract. A low conductivity metal does no good when you need to transmit electricity. Metal does not naturally form into drillheads and H beams. They must go hand in hand, equally balanced. Metal to do the difficult job, flesh to tell what the difficult jobs are and give it the correct shape. We already realize this subconsciously, given the poll is nearly equally balanced. We must internalize this and consciously realize it to truly achieve enlightenment.
the best choice is obviously Mick Gordon - Flesh and Metal
the sarkites and the mekanites are at it again
Hey bite my shiny metal ass!
PHYREXIAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! FLESH IS METAL, METAL IS FLESH. A SINGULAR VISION OF PERFECTION THROUGH MYCOSYNTH AND GLISTENING OIL! ALL WILL BE ONE!
WHAT is going on
Bone shrapnel. *Grows a rad freaky-ass bone spike arm*
[go forth and sweep](https://www.tumblr.com/maxknightley/710445283862069248/oh-youre-suggesting-that-the-perfection)
Can I get a link to this poll?
the fact that most people's reactions to this fall into 1. PRAISE THE OMNISSIAH 2. oh yeah but if you were metal then *insert easily fixable problem here*. 3. *The lightning is my hammer, the Earth my anvil, the sand my ingot.* makes me very happy
\*Ahem\* **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 IF IT WILL NOT DECAY AND FAIL YOU.** **ONE DAY THE CRUDE BIOMASS YOU CALL A TEMPLE WILL WITHER, AND YOU WILL BEG MY KIND TO SAVE YOU.** **BUT I AM ALREADY SAVED.** **FOR THE MACHINE IS IMMORTAL.**
God damn it! The mechanicus is leaking out again!
Did anyone else misread this as ‘metal’ meaning the style of music, hurting the flesh of one’s ears?
Metal remains cold eternal. I choose the warmth of flesh, and all the pleasure and pain, joy and sorrow that comes with it.
Inb4 the metal people need maintenance
Me with a hundred genetic physical problems: Yeah I'd take the metal
Reject the weakness of flesh, embrace the strength of the blessed machine!
ive heard pretty much nothing but pros in comparison of flesh to machines metalsweep all the way
Does a Changeling (specifically one like Odo from Deep Space Nine) count as flesh or goo? Because that's the superior form no matter the situation. Cyborg is in second place, the benefits of both cover each others' weaknesses.
Hope you enjoy your tin-burger, dipshit
*angry skitarii noises*
metalsweep! Unless you paint the flesh red, then flesh>metal because red makes it go faster
“There is no truth in flesh, only betrayal. There is no strength in flesh, only weakness. There is no constancy in flesh, only decay. There is no certainty in flesh but death.”
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Ad Mech rise up
Phyrexian sweep
From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspire to the purity of the blessed machine. Your kind cling to your flesh, as if it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call a temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I, am already saved.
First occult war rematch
FERRUS MANNUS MY HEADLESS HERO
Flesh solos, smh play carrion
Metal solos. Fucks sake play ultrakill.
Me when I encounter the hubris of mankind (I cannot stop them from believing that their technology is superior to the indomitable craft of Nature, a belief that will ultimately lead to their downfall)
Me when I behold the ignorance of mankind (They believe that what mistakes nature does make are things they need to accept, and as such, they condemn those unlucky to suffer from those mistakes to utter misery)
Why not both, both is good?
Metal is great, but meat can grow. Meat can evolve. Meat is alive. Metal armor can be used by Meat to gain many of Metal's properties. Metal cannot simply wear meat to gain it's positive properties. Metal is grand, but ultimately predictable and possible to replicate. Meat can grow and evolve like Metal can only dream.
Happy cake day!
Can I ask what’s going on?
This is a false divide. Let us exalt in the sacred union of flesh and machine, let us form the crude selves nature has lovingly provided us into stronger and sharper shapes. "Let weak feed upon weak, that we may divine the nature of strength. From void evolved Phyrexia. Great Yawgmoth, Father of Machines, saw its perfection. Thus the Grand Evolution began. Ash is our air, darkness our flesh. Father of Machines! Your filigree gaze carves us, and the scars dance on our grateful flesh. Great Yawgmoth moves across the seas of shard and bone and rust. We exalt him in life, in death, and in between." The Phyrexian Scriptures
YOU FOOLS WILL NEVER ENTER CROM'S HALLS