Genetor Anthium snickered derisively, tenting its claws and secondary set of flippers.  "Your rejoinder betrays a clear emotion-based paradigm, likely from your reptilian forebrain.  Is it not possible that the replacement your flesh while still keeping its essential functions the same and its configuration identical gains nothing but the transmutation of your flawed form from one erroneous paradigm to another?"  The genetor argued, as she gathered up her cloak around her and bowed his head.  "Your inferiority is obvious, explorator.  The phenomena you have observed are not the random wrath of infernal Chaos, but the elegant workings of a grand Divine machine, one far greater than you can even comprehend."