It doesn't think. It doesn't feel.
It doesn't laugh or cry.
All it does from dusk till dawn
Is make the soldiers die.
—Onean children's rhyme

なんにも考えないし、 感じない。
ぜんぜん笑わないし、泣きもしない。
朝から晩まで一生懸命、
兵隊さん殺すしかやりゃしない。
――オネイアンの童謡

ファイレクシアの大男

Phyrexian Hulk

"They are convenient in having no souls, but less so in having no spirit."
—Volrath

An invasion weapon of ages past, the glistening oil contained the blueprints of countless atrocities.