Nature (the art whereby God made the world) is by the art of man often copied so that it can make an artificial animal.

For since life is motion that comes from within; why not say, that automata (things that move by rockets and circuits like a drone) have an artificial life? What is a heart but a reactor; and nerves, but wire; and joints but thrusters, giving motion, as desired by an artificer?

Art goes further, copying even man; though stronger than natural and for defense it was intended. In which, sovereignty is an artificial soul, giving life to the body; Fleet Commanders joints; reward and punishment (by which members are made to do their duty) are nerves; the loot of members is strength; The space's safety its business; Directors who know its intel, are memory; laws, artificial reason; fun, health; low morale, sickness; and failcascade, death.

Last, the pacts, by which alliances are made, are the fiat as spoken by God in the creation.