"Could you use a storm of voices, all screaming in your ears? Could you even understand what any of them are trying to say?" He asked and held his headphones up, the weapons disappearing with a flash of blue light. "Try it, I dare you. Mind you, If you fail, Your sanity will be forfeit." He knew no other god, possibly save the headmaster could even hope to have acess to the SIN and survive more than 5 seconds. it was pure noise, The noise of every bit of human thought since 2050 until the end of humanity in the far distant future. and since the future was infinite there was an infinite amount of voices, and a infinite amount of noise. At worst, the listeners head would explode from the amount of noise, at best they'd get a nosebleed and have a immense headache for the next hour. "Nor does not choosing make me weaker. My symbol is in the wire, it is on the screen. Information, Technology, Machinery." He shook his head. "All are a possible temple to me. All it needs is someone to turn it on, and use it." he settled down and went back to finishing work on re-creating the spider. his headphones went back round his neck. 
((The personification of technology and advancement of such dosn't like to be tied to one image apparently))