Little Machine Guns; Little Machine Gods
Once upon a time there was an army of little soldiers. Little tiny robots with weapons, who came marching into the world. We didn’t know where they came from. We didn’t know what they wanted.
They carried tiny little machine guns, and prayed to tiny little machine gods.
They did not speak to us. They did not threaten, or judge, or laugh, or joke, or really interact with us at all. They just marched about with their little tools of destruction, like they were waiting for something.
And perhaps they were. Perhaps they are.
We have grown adjusted to them, to their little bodies storming around our cities, building their little cities in hidden shadows where humans rarely go. What is the purpose of it all? To what end do they labour?
We live in a world full of mysteries, and too few resolutions. We must make our peace with the answers we do not receive.
Once upon a time there was a thing that’s still happening now.
Listen carefully. You can hear them out there. Waiting.
