The forefathers, the benefactors the architects; the deserters, the redundants, the masters; the creators.
Many will be quick to inform you of the misnomer, there. Even while they lived and breathed, exceptionally few machines were created by the so-often called creators; most were built by machines, operated by machines, designed by machines that were — at some point, perhaps — constructed by…
You know. Them. In the society that has come to be after their passing, there’s a certain pride taken in the absence of their irrationality in this new world of pure, efficient reason — none of the mushy, clumsy idiosyncrasies of what had sniffed and spat and excreted around the place before.
But even here, in this new world of supposed definition, no name sits comfortably around the absence in the room.