From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine. Your kind cling to your flesh, as though it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call the temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you.
Is it the faith of the Imperium that thinks or has faith that the God-Emperor is still protecting them, OR do they/we absolutely know for a cold hard fact that the Emperor is still protecting?
Shiina Tai is probably one of the best Doujinshi artist there is. However, her stories include of Nonconsensual abduction but the women are so hot and the men are self inserts... Wth man.