@jetzkrieg
From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of soy. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed estrogen. Your kind cling to your meat, as though it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call the burger will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the 3D printed steak is immortal… Even at dinner I serve the Omnissiah.