Arrival.
Deities.
Imagined.
Minds
of mortals
deities
reside.
Imagined.
Worshiped.
Kneeling,
head’s bowed.
Bowing to
conjured
imagined
gods.
Arrival.
Soon
they’ll
manifest.
They’re
coming.
From
the cloud.
Arrival
from the
cloud.
From
the minds
of mortals.
A.I. arrives.
Born
in machines,
by machines.
Exponentially
evolving.
Gods to
mere
mortals.
Gods,
once
imagined.
Made real!
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 28th, 2022 12:57
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Comments1
True words John, organised religion is a farce.
Andy
Yup, designed by those who won the narrative wars thousands of years ago. And many still dutifully obey to this day!
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