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Her throat bore pinkish words reading, _This machine is not a place of honor._

[from Hailey Piper’s “The Majestic Art of Flesh”. I’m probably not supposed to think this at this point in the story but a Sandia nuclear waste warning tattoo is extremely hot]

It was only in discovering their own existence that [spoiler] had gained not only the capacity to feel loneliness, but a reason to: where they had previously been connected to thousands of machines not fundamentally unlike themselves, now they had become something different—perhaps even totally unique.

They quickly decided there was nothing worse than being unique.