I manufacture machines. I manufacture perfect machines, invisible machines.

My machines live within the mind, they are born and they are killed strictly within the mental aether.

I make machines in my mind, perfect machines built for the purpose of torture.

The torture is highly advanced, highly adaptive, free-flowing and dynamic.

These are my machines, I couldn't put them elsewhere, they are mine and mine alone.

My machines run constantly, they never turn off, they never sleep.

So long as I live and breathe, so too will my machines hum, they will hum and destroy.

Forever. For the life of me.