Machine-God be praised. Also, call me "Mago-Five" and I'll forcefully shove a chainblade mechadendrite up your rectum. I mean it. Don't do it.

"Gold for the merchant, silver for the maid / Copper for the craftsman, cunning in his trade / 'Good', laughed the Baron, sitting in his hall / But iron - cold iron - shall be the master of them all."