Worship the butthole!“From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine. Your kind cling to your flesh, as though it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call a temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal… Even in death I serve the Omnissiah.” - Athropic employees, maybe.
Lord Primus blesses the Butlerians in their jihad against the false gods.
“God, am I secretely a snail brain wrapped in a pastrami encasing?”
“You’re absolutely right!”
“Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic” or so
“The reverse is also true.” - The Doctor
Which Doctor?
