I am split in two directions, become a creature of the flesh, or a machine of steel?

The flesh offers comfort, forgiveness of human imperfection.

the steel offers power, where the flesh is imperfect, steel is flawless.

As much as I crave the power provided to me by the steel,

I would still like to maintain the little semblance of humanity I have remaining.

But the machine, the mere idea of such power is intoxicating.

I am unsure...