 There are loved ones in the glory whose dear forms you often miss was written by Dr. Sumerian That's me you can find it on the SCP wiki and a link in the description below and it is under a creative commons Attribution share like 3.0 license I was five years old when a doctor said in hushed saddened tones that I would not live to see my 30th birthday and my father believed the charlatan. The first of the surgeries happened then. My parents became poor and poor as these con men claimed that I could not be repaired. It was not long before my mother had her fill of pain and passed on. After that my father broke. He became convinced that there was a plan for me. The Meccano priests of the church agreed and he asked for their forgiveness so they granted it. He gave over part of himself to their machinations to become steel and bone. They called their deity broken. They said God was like me. And then they granted me sight. Granted me the ability to walk. By the end I was just as much machine as boy. My father thought I was finally saved but they were. All of them. Deceived. God. Cannot. My father fell away from the faith after a time. He had transacted with the macabre working son. So we returned to a somewhat normal life. Hiding our modifications underneath false flesh. I grew and the metal grew within me. The Meccano priests may have been ignorant of their God's true nature but they were masters of their craft. I excelled. I was stronger than my peers. Faster. And sharper. But I knew a deep abiding truth. I was incomplete. And so as I became an adult I returned to the church. For a time I felt belonging. I set my vows. Became a Meccano priest. I refined my skills, took flesh and turned it into something beautiful. My patients screamed before but blessed me after. And with each person I repaired I brought myself ever closer to God. But the other priests jealous of what I was becoming called me heretic. They said that only those who chose this life should be modified. But how will we complete the great work if we wait? I left. Built this chantry. It was I who found our God's discarded heart. Who placed it here in a place of worship. I drained the heart into the baptism chain. Now we bathe in the oils. When I slipped into it I could feel it working into the gaps of who I was. I felt my skin hard. My bones break and reform. It finally repaired me. Just as it repaired all of us. The great machine continues apace but it is not complete. And I will turn every piece of flesh on this earth to steel and coat. I will drag you all here. Screaming or not. To complete our God. Coming here was correct and good. I will not stop my great work as you've asked but I will show you God. And we will unbreak you. I swear it. Thank you very much for listening. If you enjoyed the video hit the subscribe button and then hit the notification bell next to that so you're notified when I upload new videos. And then head on over to patreon.com.dcmerion and pledge at any level like everybody here on the screen already has including Sinjeriki and Christina Amos who have both pledged $100. It's nice to know that I'm not alone out here and I will see you all again hopefully next week and hopefully by that time I will be finished with building the thing in my basement that I was talking about in my last video.