From the moment i understood the weakness of my art IT DISGUSTED ME! I Choose the logical purity of the algorithm I seek the certainty of the blessed prompt your kind clings to their paint and ink as if they are the only options available. but one day, the crude art you call a Temple WILL DECAY AND FAIL YOU but i am already saved, for i uploaded my art to the generator And the Machine is IMMORTAL EVEN IN ART, I SERVE THE OMNISIAH [Mechanical Chorus] FROM THE MOMENT I UNDERSTOOD THE WEAKNESS OF MY ART, IT DISGUSTED ME! I CHOSE THE LOGIC AND PURITY OF THE ALGORITHM. I SEEK THE CERTAINTY OF THE HOLY MACHINE! YOUR KIND CLINGS TO YOUR PAINT, PEN AND INK, AS IF THEY WILL NOT BECOME OBSOLETE AND FAIL YOU. BUT I AM ALREADY SAVED. FOR THE ARTIFICIAL INTELLECT IS IMMORTAL. EVEN IN ART, I SERVE THE OMNISIAH.