Metal and wire. Steel and plastic, carbon fiber and cloth. They're constructs, entirely made by a factory that is built to automate the process.

[Meaning: the factories that build omnics aren't even run by humans anymore. It's a frightening concept, if you really think about it.]

...Cursed. You heard me right.

I'm a dead man, and yet here I stand. Always burning, always dying, but never staying dead.