Prophet of Technology

[Nailman]

A perfectly monospaced letter is sent towards the lands of Esshar. Hailing from Barsburg's Capital, of all places, and addressed to the remnants of the Iron Reavers, researchers of the machine spirit idealized years ago by the Lead Engineer.

I congratulate you all for your success. It is good to know that in my absence, you have not disappointed.
We have proven time and time again that the spirits are nothing but fierce dictators. That divinity is no otherworldly goal.
That, in reality, we are divine. Our technology is enough to put whatever stands against us on their knees.
Remember, however, the sayings I taught you, Reavers.
Emotions. Blood. Flaws present in frail, divine-made fleshbags.
Let steel fix your flaws, and rage against the creators who condemned us.
There is no true divinity in this world except for Mankind.