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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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 26th, 2026 04:52
- Category: Unclassified
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