From the moment I understood the greatness of my flesh, it inspired me.
I rejected the falsehood and lies of steel. I aspired to the purity of the blessed flesh.
Your kind cling to your shells of cold iron and circuitry as if they are unbreakable.
You cry when the calculators that run your virtual realities inevitably break down, when your technology needs replacement parts, and when new advances render that which was once cutting edge useless, a waste of resources.
And then, you spread your gospel, claiming that the abandonment of our 'imperfect' forms will, somehow, save us.
But I am already saved.