You have been severely injured in an attack, and you have lost some limbs, but a tech-priest has replaced your missing parts with robotic implants. As a last warning, he told you: appease the machine spirit that now resides in your metal

you don't get the warning until you decide to postpone an oil change, and one day your immolating hand drops your cup of coffee, it's the screeching of metal you detect a slight laugh, perhaps if you have a machine spirit to appease