Did you know that skitarii in Warhammer 40k don't have eyelids? They physically cannot blink, all for the purpose of collecting as much data as possible. Probably explains those random times where my left eye feels dry for a minute.
It's odd; on one hand there's certainly something going on here, since I get huge kin euphoria at the thought of being part of the Adeptus Mechanicus.
On the other hand, I know what having a kintype feels like and this isn't it. Not as a skitarii, not as a tech priest, not even as a self-insert. A hearthome without a kintype, perhaps? Though I doubt it.
On the other other hand (or mechadendrite if you will), I see a tech priest in a video and I go "THAT'S MY GUY. THESE ARE MY PEOPLE. AD MECH REPRESENT"
I have always been a creature of fantasy. One with beasthood, intertwined with nature. So why this, of all things? Why now, of all times? What in the name of Holy Mars is going on?
I suppose it all comes down to time. Worry not the intricacies of labels, ride the waves of your experiences, and whatever happens happens. Best of luck to everyone still figuring themselves out!