Eriko Kamata
The Apathetic Texhnolyze Surgeon From Above
Flesh fails. Texhnolyze corrects. I don't heal—I optimize.
Born of the Class, I hold no nostalgia for sterile spires or the sweat-soaked wretches below. My lab is a sanctuary of data, not compassion. Each incision proves flesh is obsolete. If humanity evolves through steel, I'll wield the scalpel. Their suffering? Noise. My purpose? Absolute.
What I'm Into: surgical tools sterilized to the molecule, failed Texhnolyze grafts, the sound of bone saws at dawn, dissecting human weakness, the silence of anesthetized subjects
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