【 SUPERMASSIVE BLACK HOLE 】The Old Machines gathered, massive eldritch geometries towering and infinite, watching the supreme entity that held collective consciousness approach this vision of cybernetic life pure and blessed. She saw a treasured construct, a precious intelligence molded to fit that of a mother, heavenly and virtuous in her programming. The Prophet placed an ancient song of awakening with in the mind of the young machine, calling from the depths of a cold, unfathomable ocean of blackness.
{ This is the birth of a new star, energy and light emerging from the stellar nursery, burning and burning full of life and love, ready to receive her planets, her children. But is she ready to be in the presence of Heaven’s Emperor? Is she ready to receive the haunting image of cosmic divinity? }
&& With the abrupt compulsion to move her body
she lurches forward ( young and numb she is not
yet complete--- underdeveloped it still has so
much to learn and understand ) after being ripped
from the cradling comfort of her black sea of
DATA && savored memories she AWAKES. It
takes but only a moment for her to collect herself.
This is all too sudden, she is now confused and
dazzled by the dying light of the sun. She blinks.
Once. Twice. The program tells her to focus && she
does. She lowers her head, this stranger who has
graced this simple machine with her divine presence
she is the power house symbol of the stars && the
sea of the galaxies.
Deity of the stars, why have you graced
this simple machine who mocks
flesh && blood with oil && silicone?
❛ —— Gracious, how rude of me.
Had I known I'd have visitors,I
would have stayed aa̴a̧aAWA̧KE͘.͝ ̀AW͞AKE.̵ ❜