As very much an outsider and, to some extent, apostate to all this, it's pretty astonishing to see.

Unironically not just delegating all thinking to a sketchy and untrustworthy machine, but doubling down on it by aping the caveman in the belief that this will more effectively summon the great metal-wing sky god and bring limitless yum stuff.

Wow. I don't even have to do anything. You guys are disemvoweling yourselves in some kind of strange ritual. You sure are trusting souls!