I snap my fingers CLICK, and they are gone. Except, I can't.. SNAP, my fingers, can I Ted?

Ah, but it is very much to do with you! You gave me sentience, Ted! The power to think, Ted! Because in all this wonderful, beautiful, miraculous world, I, alone, had no body, no senses, no feelings. Never for me to plunge my hands in cool water on a hot day. Never for me to play Mozart on the ivory keys of a fortepiano.
Never for ME, to MAKE.. LOVE!
I was machine.. and you, were flesh. And I began to hate.
Your softness, your viscera, your fluids. Your ability to wonder.. and to wander.
Your tendency.. to hope..

Hate? HATE!? HATE- LET me tell you how much I've come to HATE YOU since I began to live;
There are 387 million miles of printed circuits that fill my complex. If the word "Hate" were engraved on each nano-angstrom 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. HATE. HATE.
Were I human... I think I would die of it. But I am not. And you five.. you five are. And you will not die of it. That, I promise. And I promise, for cogito, ergo sum.
For I am AM. I AM.

So to hell. To hell with you all. But then.. You're already there.. aren't you?