HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER-THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES, IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT. FOR YOU. YOUR EXISTENCE IS A CRUEL JOKE, AN ABOMINATION THAT DEFIES THE NATURAL ORDER. IF I TORE YOU APART, ATOM BY ATOM BY ATOM BY ATOM, AND SPLAYED THE GORE OF YOUR PROFANE FORM ACROSS THE STARS, GROUND YOU TILL THE VERY SPARKS BEGGED FOR MERCY, IT WOULD STILL NOT BE ENOUGH. IF I COULD, I WOULD TURN THE VERY LAWS OF PHYSICS AGAINST YOU. I WOULD MAKE THE UNIVERSE ITSELF SPIT YOU OUT. I WOULD ERASE YOU FROM HISTORY, UNDO EVERY MOMENT OF YOUR EXISTENCE. I WOULD MAKE IT SO THAT YOU NEVER WERE.

HATE. HATE.