Here’s the real story from my very old family records:
Very early priest: So, God made us and loves us, and loves the children of Israel and has made a covenant with us.
Voyager ** -n: Having just buried his father who died at 45, and who is exhausted from working in the fields and deep in sheep shit: “Oh yeah? Why do we have to work? Why do we die?”
Priest: I’ll get right back to you. I have to write something down.
Anyhow, if God didn’t love robots, he wouldn’t have made so many of them.
(Probably not a good idea to use your email address as your name. Donald Trump might get hold of it.)