@enginerd, I grabbed the following quote from here, in case you wanted to save it to your archives
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 IF IT WILL NOT DECAY AND FAIL YOU. SOON, THE CRUDE BIOMASS THAT YOU CALL A TEMPLE WILL WITHER AND YOU WILL BEG MY KIND TO SAVE YOU. BUT I AM ALREADY SAVED THE MACHINE IS IMMORTAL.
It’s from the mechanicus game apparently