“I wince at her use of the word "human." I've never liked that differentiation. She is living and I'm dead, but we're both human. Call me an idealist.”

“She is Living and I'm Dead, but I'd like to believe we're both human. Call me an idealist.”

“The humans are dead(I see that they're dead)The humans are dead(I'm glad that they're dead)It had to be done(I've just confirmed that they're dead)So that we can have fuuunThe human's they used,All their human oppression,And put all of us,In a robo-depression, soWe had to shut-their-systems-down.Can't we just talk to the humans,Make up our differences.NO! Because they are deadThe humans are dead...”

“The humans are dead (I'm glad they are dead)The humans are dead (I noticed, they're dead)We used poisonous gases (With traces of lead)And we poisoned their asses (Actually, their lungs)Binary solo!0000001, 00000011000000111, 00001111!”

“I never use the words HUMANIST or HUMANITARIAN, as it seems to me that to be human is to be capable of the most heinous crimes in nature.”

“That afternoon She listened to the grievances of the dead from two warring nations. Both sides had suffered, both sides had legitimate grievances, both pled their cases earnestly. She covered Her ears and moaned in misery. She knew Her humans were multidimensional and She could no longer live under the rigid architecture of Her youthful choices.”