Hanging there now, all blood and dirt, with eyes that look straight out, forever, across the surface of the world--he wanted me to do that for him, to him, with you to bear witness to all the world of the transfiguration of a twisted, tormented being who desired both adoration and punishment, worship and death--here revealed, suddenly, as I slew him, here transfigured, instantly, for you, for all the world, at the moment of his death--the Deus Irae

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 miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant for you. Hate. Hate.