They are alive, she thought, but their soul...

They are alive, she thought, but their soul operates them by remote control. Their soul is in every man who has the capacity to equal this achievement. Should the soul vanish from the earth, the motors would stop, because that is the power which keeps them going — not the oil under the floor under her feet, the oil that would then become primeval ooze again — not the steel cylinders that would become stains of rust on the walls of the caves of shivering savages — the power of a living mind — the power of thought and choice and purpose.
© Айн Рэнд