If my limbs would operate using hydraulics, I’d love for my dead body to be repurposed like that.
Mount my carcass on a mobile platform and have me grab things from the top shelf while I shed flakes of decaying flesh, constantly surrounded by the scent of rancid fat and formaldehyde. Give me purpose beyond death.
If my limbs would operate using hydraulics, I’d love for my dead body to be repurposed like that. Mount my carcass on a mobile platform and have me grab things from the top shelf while I shed flakes of decaying flesh, constantly surrounded by the scent of rancid fat and formaldehyde. Give me purpose beyond death.
Even in death I serve the Omnissiah.