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. But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal… Even in death I serve the Omnissiah

At this point, i just want to see the end of this.

Bruh, dont waste your time here

Very good, the protagonist is likable and the characters too

Quick resume "China better bla bla bla, black person bad bla bla bla". The author is really trying to make the protagonist being a good human being with a moral high ground