neo-priesthood
In the new order,
authority gathers around those
who interpret the silent engines.
They stand apart,
reading signals from depths
no human eye can reach,
translating the drift of algorithms
into guidance for the rest of us.
Their power is not loud.
It settles slowly,
like dust on a long table,
until one day
everyone realises
only faint warmth of servers
breathing in the dark.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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This is brilliant arqios, no one notices the small changes over a long period until it's too late. Indeed, the faint warmth of the severs will be the only thing keeping us warm in the near future.
I do use and embrace new technology and I'm aware of the dangers it brings. Great awareness write.
- Syd 🍄
Thanks Syd. We do need to be aware of what surrounds us 🙏🏻🕊️
a warning ignored my friend until its too late
Many thanks dear friend 🙏🏻🕊️
most welcome
Chilling it carries a lonely feel, one of isolation insulated from the electronic and human an alienation in a cold dark universe. Well written my friend
Thank you for these much valued reading visits 🙏🏻🕊️
You are most welcome Cryptic, not sure if any are on track but just give you what hits me at the time
Good write A.
My friend, this is chillingly perceptive. Nothing is violently seized, yet human agency gradually passes to a technological elite claiming exclusive access to systems the wider public cannot examine…disturbingly close to where we are heading. Brilliant work, arqios. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Yikes.
Remember Hal from 2001. A Space Odyssey?
Enough said.
A good Write as usual.
Yes! Still horrified although it was less gruesome in comparison to other such flicks🙏🏻🕊️
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