To reach the heights of skill, of athletics, of science, art, wealth and power a man must operate like a ruthless machine.

Our movements and appetites are mechanical; sex is a mechanical motion. Biological machines made of flesh and bone, is that all a man is?

If man is just a machine made of flesh, and this technological and scientific age is a reflection from ancient men who, wandering the earth looking for food, water, and reproduction as animals do, noticed on a bright sunny day a shiny object on the ground: it blinded him.

Ah! Could it be a mistake that eyes and hands would notice the Sun reflected on the ground that wasn't wate?: From under his feet he created money, weapons, special tools, and crafts which show a convincing picture fashioned in and by his own perception.

Deeper and deeper man digs still, because he is a biological machine used as a tool for the creation of the superior race. What man has unearthed and created with his own hands he cannot put back; it's far too late.

Men are not valued anymore because men have created their own superior species. The Machine born from material underneath the surface has overcome the Machine made of flesh and bone.