C0D3S
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Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture7 m
Dernière publication sam., avr. 14, 2018
Dangerously Strong
Breathtakingly Fast
Mind Blowing Intelligence
C0D3S were created to control the stammering human population after it goes out of control.
I am a C0D3. We are illustrated as intricate or complex machinery with a high level of articulated artificial intelligence. I was received a name of L.I.A.M. Or Lethal. Interstructure. Automatic. Machinery. I was programmed by a high-toned microchip that processes my internal software system at four hundred pings per second. I was built to execute. Now here's my story.
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