There should remain some cachet when it comes to actually working directly with code that directly impacts software functionality. I love it. Coder, programmer, electron magician, logic monkey, or perhaps my favorite, Techpriest, call it whatever you want... at the end of the day this is the only job where you get paid to build completely nonphysical machines. I press keys that go clack clack, logic gates go flip flop, the electrons go zoom zoom, and my bank account goes ding ding.
From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine.
Your kind cling to your flesh, as if it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass that you call a temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal…
...even in death I serve the Omnissiah.