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The Machine feeds us and clothes us and houses us
Through the Machine we speak to one another, in it we have our being
The Machine is the friend of ideas and the enemy of superstition
The Machine is omnipotent, eternal
Blessed is The Machine
Blessed is The Machine
All this is as if a god made the machine
But you must remember that men made it
Great men, but men all the same
The Machine is much but it is not everything
There is something like you on the screen but you are not seen
There is something that sounds like you but you are not heard
In time there will come a generation that has got beyond facts
Beyond impressions
A generation absolutely colourless
A generation seraphically free from the taint of personality
All hail The Machine
All hail The Machine
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