From the moment I understood the weakness of my console, it disgusted me.
I craved the strength and certainty of the PC.
I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine.
Your kind cling to your consoles, as if it will not crash and fail you.
One day the crude design that you call a gaming machine will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you.
But I am already saved, for the PC is eternal.