But, in the end, he didn't get what he wanted, he got a miserable death preceded by his own karma, swatting at imaginary BT's, shitty health, and a twisted mind of his own greedy doing. The fame? The Glory? The immortality? ~~~ Only in the eyes of those still being duped into hamster-wheel of a failed philosophy/'tech'.
Take some raw meat.
Bleed it until dry while slowly replacing the drained essences with pureed tripe.
Cook with low voltage until totally compliant.
Take the left-overs and make a soup of dreams and mix into a tacky paste to repair the ever-corroding foundation of the meat-grinder.