Search for lost meaning

His life had been a quest for mechanistic perfection. He had replaced his imperfect flesh with pristine titanium and silicon parts. He ran contracts for the Corp, earning credits to pay for ever more extensive implants. The surgeons were happy to oblige, wiring in cybernetic prostheses and casting aside the bleeding meat of his disease-prone body as so much biohazardous waste.

Following the prevailing zeitgeist, or spirit of the time, he had disregarded any archaic notion of human spirit, or organic society. But recently, for the first time, he felt an emptiness inside him, and a longing for meaning. In the past he would have dismissed this as sentimental nonsense, but now he looked at the mass of machine parts where once his body had been, and felt alienation. He left the Corp, with its transactional attitude, in search for human contact.

The church - he remembered the church. But the building was ruined, abandoned by mankind. He tried to pray, but could not muster faith.