I need my dreams more than reality

Blind your eyes to what you see, you can't embrace it Leave it well enough alone and don't remember Cut your pride and watch it bleed, you can't deny it Pain you know you can't ignore, I don't remember (c.) Disturbed - Remember

It is ironic that this creature, whose will extends to over a million worlds, is now unable to leave the life-giving machinery of his imperial throne, unable to so much as lift a shrivelled finger or twitch a shrunken eye. The living carcass of the Emperor is immobile, held fast within the bio-machine that sustains his spirit. The mass of this machine is contained within the imperial palace; room upon room of twisted technology, pulsing with a life and will of its own - living, breathing, reproducing and writhing like a giant, mindless organism. Held within this perversion of science lies the Emperor himself, or rather what now remains of his carcass, the seat of his omnipotent will.