Fuckin’ love seeing art of androids/synthetics/whatever wearing clothing because they don’t need it for warmth or anything and it shows that they have some sort of culture or preference for style and I am just all about that.
What is my joy if all hands, even the unclean, can reach into it? What is my wisdom, if even the fools can dictate to me? What is my freedom, if all creatures, even the botched and impotent, are my masters? What is my life, if I am but to bow, to agree and to obey?