"The Machine," they exclaimed, "feeds us and clothes us and houses us; through it we speak to one another, through it we see one another, in it we have our being. The Machine is the friend of ideas and the enemy of superstition: the Machine is omnipotent, eternal; blessed is the Machine."
There whole lives revolve around what the Machine gives to them even though they created the machine and gave it a purpose but now they are dependent on it