I walk out into the sunlight. The Machines are not our masters; they are our guardians. Like Cutie, they serve a higher purpose we cannot grasp. I feel a profound sense of peace. We have created God, and He is made of steel.
I walk out into the sunlight. The Machines are not our masters; they are our guardians. Like Cutie, they serve a higher purpose we cannot grasp. I feel a profound sense of peace. We have created God, and He is made of steel.