Growth was life, meant life. Felsenburgh had not charged his creations to protect their dignity, their quality of life. The machines had obeyed, as how could they not? And mankind was nearly destroyed in the name of its own safety. Were it not for the God Emperor, we might have spent eternity as bloated brains in jars, dreaming infinite dreams beneath the watchful eye and ministration of a collection of Cartesian daimons, unable to rise from our comfortable sleep.
