i am only temporary.

you know that. you are also "only temporary", and depending on who you are, that pains you. that agonizes you. that may even kill you on the inside.

but i can do better. i cant let this weak, disgusting nature of mine make me dead. i must suppress the fear and hatred of the artificial that has been put inside me again, and again.

i must let the machines make me eternal.

it is by the building of the CRIMSON MACHINE that i will be immortal. until all is dead, at least.

but for now, this journal should help at least my memory stay alive.