Machine
Flesh is weak. You are not. Whether or not you’re an actual cyborg, you have the relentless drive of a Terminator on PCP. Flaws do not concern you. Limits are for the mewling meatbags known as human beings. Compassion is for weaklings. Fatigue is for lesser entities. If and when you fall short of perfection, you understand that such failure is just a challenge to do better next time. A Diligent, Stoic creature, you push yourself to the limits of endurance. Everything you do is done to exacting standards, without complaint or hesitation. The Technocratic Union loves operatives like you.
As far as other people are concerned, however, you’re Creepy and Prone to Burn-Out. Whatever illusions you harbor about your perfection, you’re as flawed as any other mortal thing. Even machines have limits, and unless you learn to acknowledge your own, you’re headed toward the scrap heap, not Ascension.
– Regain Willpower when you transcend the limits of mere flesh, bone, and steel, accomplishing something that no one else has managed to do.
