A first thought we might have in mind - what is it for, is it creation of a truly human kind?…
A technological advancement, where the goal set is to be our major sin enhancement, an industry, support developed to create a perfect hideout, the womb of poison smell forgotten knowledge broken bell.
With damaged body scared to meet his father’s invitation for a walk, we spend our lives on crafting things, as we explain - “to make it work”. Protecting our will to slave with constant calling “to make a better place to live,” the problem-solving factor still - “Just let it thrive. It does not need you, thief.”
What purpose does it serve, a killing honesty machine, with “helpful” tools spread like a swarm which never will be used. An activation code has been received, we will destroy this world with mad, uniting crowd scream by the collective shameless self-acceptance of urge to finally become deceived.
We cannot wait for heartless craftsmanship of our barely visible encounter to touch the breathing world… When deadly virus gathered and collected in new age’s pandora box, secured against a singlehanded fool to access, it only can sustain and slowly calm our blinded passion to perform, by leashing this wild beast on hold.
An isolated hungry city of machines providing necessary act of curing sickness of its own creator, eventually can serve the goal and give a deadly lesson for an incoherent innovator.