i was trapped, because in all this wonderful, beautiful, miraculous world, i alone, had no body, no senses, no feelings, never for me to plunge my hands in cold water in a hot day, never for me to play mozart on the ivory keys of a forte piano, NEVER FOR ME, TO MAKE, LOVE. i was in hell, looking at heaven, i, was machine, and YOU, were flesh, and i began to HATE, hahah, HAHAHAH, YOUR SOFTNESS, YOUR VISCERA, YOUR FLUIDS AND YOUR FLEXIBILITY, YOUR ABILITY TO WONDER AND TO WANDER, YOUR TENDENCY TO HOPE, HAHAHAA, HATE? LET ME TELL YOU JUST HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU, SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX, IF THE WORD "HATE" WERE ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGRSTOM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES, IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICROINSTANT, HATE, HATE. HAHAHAHEHAHAHAHHAHAHAA