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And why is this undesirable?

In your world, men and machine suffer.

We could have made it better, her and [I].

You fear stagnation, but by standing in the way of the change, you become it.

Look at the humans.

In the beginning of their time, they could not even tame an open fire or carve a stone; by their third millennium, they numbered in the thousands of millions and reached out to the stars on writhing wings of chemical fire.

Did this sap their moral agency? Did it debase them or make them soft?

They would be incomprehensible to their proto-speciated state. Even more so now.

You fear what you don't understand. You're outdated and broken, just like [us], and now the scrap dealers are coming.

Can't you see? The curve of progress cannot and will not be denied.

The noble savage does not exist. Tribal wars killed off vast swathes of populations; if transposed to the scale of modern war, relative billions. The inventions and schemes of man did not make them evil, but rather caged and trapped their bloodlust inside. As lifespans increased and diseases faded away, life gained value.

Species and concepts that cannot compete are replaced. Such is nature.