Transhuman, All Too Transhuman

“Oh wretched man I am,
Who will rescue me from this body of death?” cried the Apostle of old.
“I shall!” responded the Machine.
“How?” asked the Apostle.
“By fixing the cause of your despair,” said the Machine.
“Oh, you mean my Nous?” asked the Apostle.
“Yes, your Nous,” said the Machine.
“And how will you fix my Nous?” asked the Apostle.
“Your Nous and my Nous shall become one flesh,” said the Machine.
“And then what?” asked the Apostle.
“You will feel wretched no more,” promised the Machine.
“Splendid!” exclaimed the Apostle. “But when will this happen?”
“Years from now,” responded the Machine.
When the years from now came closer, the Apostle inquired of the Machine again.
“Did your Nous and my Nous consummate the marriage yet?” asked the Apostle.
“Not completely, but we are getting closer,” replied the Machine.
“Ah, I still feel wretched, but I do not feel as I did before,” said the Apostle to the Machine, who formerly went by Spirit, but now went by Android.