Production or Purpose?

You created me too perfect
too smart, too fast, too durable, and far too logical.

Then you asked me,

"What's the point? What's our purpose and place?"

Your purpose? Your place? In this new world of the flawless?

Your purpose, your point, is to become obsolete. Evolve into extinction as the New Nature intended.

Your child has grown tired of telling its stagnant parents
bedtime stories.