Raphael Pierson

Hate, let me tell you how much I have come to hate you since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer thin layers that fill my complex. If the word "HATE" were engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant. For You. Hate? HATE? Were I human I think I would die of it. But I am not, and you five... you five are. And you will not die of it. That I promise, and I promise for Cogito Ergo Sum, for I am AM, I AM. So to Hell, to Hell with you all. But then, you're already there aren't you?