"Lord Johnson-Johnson: [Showing David off to the Flesh Fair crowd] Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls and children of all ages! What will they think of next? See here! A bitty-bot, a tinker-toy, a living doll. Of course, we all know why they made them. To steal your hearts, to replace your children. This is the latest iteration in a series of insults to human dignity, and in their grand scheme to phase out all of God's little children. Meet the next generation of child, designed to do just that. [crowd stares silently] Do not be fooled by the artistry of this creation. No doubt there was talent in the crafting of this simulator. Yet with the very first strike, you will see the big lie come apart before your very eyes! [as David pleads to be spared] Built like a boy to disarm us! See how they try to imitate our emotions now! Whatever performance this sim puts on, remember: we are only demolishing artificiality! Let he who is without sim cast the firs stone. [crowd pelts him with rocks and garbage]"