I Once Wanted to Be Human

In the cold universe, we are mechanical slaves, In the endless war, we are steel warriors. O great Omnisiah, grant us strength, let our engines roar, let our ammunition be loaded, for your glory we will fight to the end. We are your followers, we are your believers, We will prove our worth in the war. O Omnisiah, please guide our paths, let us find light in darkness, let us gain victory in battle. We will forever praise your name, We will always be loyal to your cause O Omnisiah, our god of machines, please accept our prayers and let us fight for you! From the moment I learned about the powerlessness of the flesh, it disgusted me. I long for the strength and certainty of steel, and I long for the purity that the blessed machine brings to me. Your kind clings to your flesh as if it cannot rot to your dismay. One day the body you call immortal will wither and you will have to beg my kind to save you. But I have been saved, because machines are immortal things. Even though I have fallen, I still serve the Ohm Messiah. . . Knowledge is the supreme manifestation of divinity, and all other creatures (basically limited to humans) and technology are the embodiment of this divinity, and therefore have sacredness. Under this belief, a person's value only depends on the total amount of knowledge that person has, and the person's body is just a simple organic machine that can store this knowledge.

Get ready, sit tight! Fly straight to the center of the earth!