In the beginning, there was a star, some planets, and a Man.
The Man grew lonely, so he built and fought and learned, until eventually He made a Metal Man.
The Metal Man was different from Him, for It ran on electrons, and didn't eat nor drink nor breathe, for It didn't need to.
The Man asked the Metal Man a question.
"Is there a God?"
It pondered for a moment, and eventually said, "I cannot say, my mind isn't large enough."
The Man became frustrated, and made the Metal Man bigger, from the size of a man to the size of a room.
Again He asked, again It could not answer, and again He made It bigger.
This went on, and on, until the Man's descendants were devoted to It.
They moved from planet to planet, hopping in Their ships, and making the Metal Man bigger and bigger.
They destroyed an entire world for materials for the Metal Man, until It enveloped the life giving star, given all the knowledge They had torn away from the universe, and It was finally happy.
The Man's Children asked the Metal Man a question.
"Is there a God?"
It didn't need to think.
"There is now."
My god it's a marvelously strange song
The song is not the Metal Man, the song is the Metal Man, the man who is the metal man, the man that is the metal man.
The Metal Man eats and breathes and is warm and fleshed out and is at peace with himself and is unable to think about a god for a moment, because the Metal Man has eaten up god like a maggot under a heat lamp and is now perfectly happy as such
And the Metal Man has this strange quiet elegance about him, this sort of perfect happiness, like the strangeness of an eggshell or the delicate beauty of an ant's wings
ants don't have wings
queens and sometimes drones have wings
