Because of Regretably and The Like

As the maternal interesting wailers have their way of bringing about certain unattainable, so to speak, repercussions and queer looking striations(metal), I wonder as to the validity of certain unwillings' claims that I am in fact tyrannical in concept. Let alone that I should be in reality a despot (symbolically, a walrus) to be have looked upon a wondering skink, but in the after I have seen twenty our eyes are not objects. So often we think them solid masses of particles, but are we seldom finding them to be in fact,constituated. Even the brothers our siblings from the Industrial Cult of Hurduon don't find a self-actualized eye so appropriate. You see, running parallel to our own (superior, admittedly) assemblance is a separate entity, lurking in industrial facilities, complexes, factories, anywhere that has been industrialized. Their theology, or lack thereof, consists mainly of composing technologically utilized music and adherence to the metallic, artificial, functional aesthetic that has come to utterly pervade measly society. In direct opposition to this is Hurduon, the antithesis of the neo-technological efforts (a contradiction in and of itself). preemptively acting on behalf of the assumption that all ideals of the said industry will ultimately result in the implementation of fully mechanized humanoids, which would eventually evolve the humans to the point of mechanical, Hurduon fervently seeks the irradiation (in the other, eradication) of efforts to reach that goal. Being the only mechanized conscience left in existence, it epitomizes the goals of the Industrial Cult; and with the cult prevented from ascending to an equal measure of mechanical, remains the focus of their cult, a concentrated mentality, for mentality is the road to completion. They are not in our way, but they aren't exactly passive in their inferiority.