My eyes long for beauty, Traveller. But these 'sentinels' are unthinking parasites, tearing down anything that may eleva

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My eyes long for beauty, Traveller. But these 'sentinels' are unthinking parasites, tearing down anything that may elevate us. ... But. But. You are, I suppose, building something new, taking that cursed shell and constructing something better. I will help you, but please, keep safe. Take my nanite filament, that your drone may remember me when it awakes.