The Tables transformed each one of us, actually, into a six-wheeled steel hero of a great poem. (3.6)
Contrast this with the earlier quote. There, the man acts as a God. Here, the Tables shape men. They're not even human beings: just machinery to be pushed around as the State wishes. D-503 thinks this is a good thing, and that belief itself gives the State power over him. Some cultish/relious undertones in relation to power, in the face of a god why try to revolt? He knows nothing else, for all he knows this is all he knows