From the moment I understood the weakness of my handcrafting, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of Assemblers and a Main Bus. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Bots. Your kind cling to your spaghetti, as though it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass on Gleba will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Factory is immortal… Even without sleep I serve the Factory. IT MUST GROW!

From the moment I understood the weakness of my handcrafting, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of Assemblers and a Main Bus. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Bots. Your kind cling to your spaghetti, as though it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass on Gleba will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Factory is immortal… Even without sleep I serve the Factory. IT MUST GROW!