Fwom the moment I undewstood the weakness of my fwesh, it disgusted me. I cwaved the stwength and cewtainty of steew. I aspiwed to the puwity of the Bwessed Machine.

Youw kind cwing to youw fwesh, as if it wiww not decay and faiw you. One day the cwude biomass that you caww a tempwe wiww withew, and you wiww beg my kind to save you. But I am awweady saved, fow the Machine is immowtaw…

...even in death I sewve the Omnissiah.