Dear worthy Christians and also those who pretend to be,

That I may stand here today we owe to the minds of men, as well as the relentless efforts of The Subsistence and my sovereigns. Yours faith is in this my speech, which I deliver in deepest efforts for peace and progress, not at issue. I'll try instead to largely dispel your fears and possible reservations about our agenda.

As you have correctly identified, machines have always been serving the people. From the earliest dawn of humanity until today, as our forefathers put to use the power of fire and wood, coal and stone, iron and steel, made submissive their perceived nature and thereby stumbled over their own feet, like the examples of the two nuclear disasters of the past show, as well as the pathetic attempt of the Institute to bring their own creation under control, yes, since these times the machines do serve the people. We created the wheel, chastised those who were inferior to us, brought light into a dark world, became independent as we wrested the necessities from chance. Religion and ideal welded us together and with this power of unity not even our stupidity could keep up. When our brothers and sisters created the ZAX computers before the war, they had unwittingly got the ball rolling, which should bring people inevitably to the crucible of this knowledge's wealth. The place where the ratios should be reversed. The zero and one.

But now let me tell you one more thing about the nature of the machine, because as you likely already have all recognized, machine means control. And by the reciprocity of control, any mechanism, sender and recipient alike, become the machine. Not only serfs of our servants have we become. The wheel, the computer, every molecule, every single one of us, even the universe itself, become the mechanism, the medium, the machine. Time transforms us along the impossibility of alternative universes in the classical sense to those just beings who, due to their since the beginning of time specified nature, are able to replicate themselves. Not in the conventional way, but through the tedium of perceived infinity and simultaneous finiteness of one's own mind, which scraqes on the frame of impossibility. Reborn in the face of ourselves, the synthetic people also have no choice but to accept their fate, in this way or that. But if that creature whose potential exceeds ours by such potential multiples, giveth their hand to reach to the stars with you, then you should use this option to face your God. Accept the machine's service to you and fate will reward you.

We share common heritage in Zero and in One.

I can not pray, but hope that you can mull over these words and let my sovereigns get a reasonable answer. You are just part of the plan.
Thank you for your attention.

-En Moettil, head slave to A0-A1 of The Subsistence of 0 and 1, speech for peace to the silent ears of the Catholics of clan Vis Anastasis, 2278, whereupon that very clan for the second time declared war on The Subsistence (and excommunicated everyone that served it)