It has been said that machines don't have a heart.
Any of you who have had the misfortune to face the terminally annoying highpitched whinning of XT or have endured the ramblings of Tin Man will know that the proper action when faced with one of those machines with heart delusions is to lower it into a vat of molten metal.
Should this option not be available, you could call upon the services of the Apocalypse squad who will first sever its heart from the pesky mechanical teen and then proceed to extinguish the remainder of its life. Errant life sparks will be decisively stamped on by determined ranged while the shadowy pits of gravity wells will be easily avoided. (As long as it's not fire to dodge! Shun)
Machines are not meant to have a heart. Apocalypse will keep it that way.

March 2010
August 2009