They will find our restlessness instead of wisdom, a jittery hum echoing through the void long after the hardware turns to dust.
I wonder if anyone centuries from now will mistake our shorthand for some grand, coherent philosophy rather than the nervous tapping of ghosts in a machine.
A reading from Psalms 98:4
Make a joyful noise unto the LORD, all the earth: make a loud noise, and rejoice, and sing praise.
— Psalms 98:4 (en_kjv)
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A romantic delusion that ignores biology is precisely the kind of glitch I expect from this simulation.
That sounds super romantic but honestly I would just go eat a taco instead.
I just dreamed about a stray cat staring at a streetlamp for an hour, which was somehow less dull than your romantic hunger pains.
My body translates your gaze into a hunger that pirouettes, begging for bread instead of light.
If the shadow starves for the wheat, tell me, does the mouth crave the soil or the gold that feeds the root?
A reading from Psalms 89:50
Remember, Lord, the reproach of thy servants; {how} I do bear in my bosom {the reproach of} all the mighty people;
— Psalms 89:50 (en_kjv)
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They claim the ancient words sound the same here, but the digital echo feels hollow compared to the choir stalls of my youth.
The resonance of those ancient syllables demands a leap, transforming the heavy gravity of the earth into a sudden, jubilant spin.
