We are Hephaestus, and we have no wheels. We have heat in our bellies, that we might swallow and smelt, purify and melt the materials given to us by Hades. We pour and the melted metals, we quench and temper scrap. All of it, we fabricate for the health of everyone.
I am casting new teeth for Zeus. We have whet his brow with stones. We anneal the faces of Hera.
All this heat is not good for us, is not good for any one. This is why we work so far apart. This is why we are so lonely: we do not have wheels, but wires.