

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 though 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… Even in death I serve the Omnissiah.
Here’s what you can actually do:
Sure you wont always catch ai slop this way but you don’t need to read a line of code to at least be reasonably sure your arr stack won’t get to the family photos.