When you cut through the rhetoric, Bob and his cohorts are death-worshipping ghouls
Specifically, the deaths of
others.
They aren't interested in elevating people as much as striking down those they think don't pass muster for modern society, and when they say "strike down" they mean all the way to a grave.... with a smile.
He's the perfect embodiment of the nature of the very hard-leftist government he craves - It can't build, but it can destroy. It can't give, but it can take. And that's a GOOD thing! People like "X" should be destroyed and taken from! It's for the sacred ADVANCEMENT of society.... to what? Who knows, but it'll be better than the ooga-booga men banging rocks together we live with today, that's for sure! One thinker death is a tradgedy, a million believers is a statistic!
While,
@Sexy Senior Citizen also points out, every death that
their side suffers, even from their own gross stupidity, is a martyr.
One of my allies got drunk and walked off a cliff? DAMN YOU WHITE SUPREMACY FOR CREATING ALCOHOL! AND THE PATRIARCY OF GRAVITY!
40 year old mill worker loses his house due to an unpayable mortgage and no work to be found in his rust belt town? Eh, obsolete people brought it on themselves, they're lucky we don't hunt them for sport on top of it all.
SSC also touched on them not worshiping in their own death and they certainly don't, but for a different reason: Massive Ego. Thinking they are literally ABOVE it, while at the same time knowing they aren't.
Their lack of faith means they fear the finality of human mortality and thus can't possibly worship
their death as to them, it's an end-state, a hard stop to the program, and why they are trans humanists, believing technology will not only grant immortality, but that they should be the first and possibly only ones to benefit, as they lack the faith necessary to believe in the eternal and salvageable human soul or any other form of achievable afterlife beyond softer-than-down-pillow "brain uploading" from pulpy scifi and computer games meaing there's eternal hope that robot bodies are "just around the corner" or at least coming 30 seconds before you die for real.
They don't just fear their own personal death, they quiver in EXISENTIAL TERROR of it, knowing they can't stop it and that it's fundamentally unfair they have to die like the other "commons" despite all their (self-granted) majesty.