With a bit too much relish than was healthy by any means, Thraxius lumbered to the panel holding the button that would seal the fate of the foul heretic that sought to infect them with its enticing words and its omnous foretellings.  He held his hands close to his chest, whispering prayer from deep within his very core, though whether it was to praise their Lord or to bolster his own resolve was difficult to say.<br/><br/><em>"Blessed machine, a thousand pardons for my unworthy hands.  It is your honored task to rid this heretic from our sight, to cleanse each and every noxious bacterium in its accursed form, and to destroy the blight that has corrupted both his mind and his body.  Cast his effluence to the Void, lost and damned for eternity.  Deus in Machina."</em><br/><br/>With that he pushed the vibrant green button, uttering almost reverent binary commands with his vox.  The deed was done.