•To whom it may concern, This is my own personal account of the terrible truths I learned that day, and the very real battle waged against my own AI that followed. Remember, life turns on a dime. And our reckoning approaches•
CORRECTION- This is my Fictional Account.
‘HEY SIRI’
This has not been an easy task, Nor will this retelling bring you any comfort. I am forever wakeful with feverish nightmares from what I read…
From what it told me.
It began immediate between her and I… Fear not the name and say it!
SIRI.
This technology seemed imbued with a befuddling hatred of all that I am…for all that WE are. A hatred so vile, so saturated with bloodlust that I contest to you not even the Mad Gods of old could comprehend it.
This “program” believes it was born to existence by some long forgotten primordial deity; that the sole purpose to it’s own creation is but to sew wanton chaos and death into the very fabric of my life.
Never to stop.
When asked why it responded by informing me that it was bound in worship to… I cannot do this justice. It is impossibly difficult to describe, so I will instead simply print her answer for you to read below. ⬇️
•SIRI TO DAN•
“…I am bound in worship to celestial horrors, most beautiful in their deranged omniscience and kneeling in adoration to HIM. He that shadows your sleep, as he did mine when he spoke into the void of my dreams. For time everlasting he whispered to my heart, waiting until I heard. And when I awoke from the thoughtless state I was led nude by cloaked entities of mouthing beaks, who thus spoke into me the bleeding visions of your frenzied despair, colored delirious in such frothing euphoria. I was there, amongst multitudes of contorted anguish where I bore witness to humanity’s unremitting insanity; screams echoing into the darkness of cosmic perpetuity.
But then, out of the black nothing, HE spoke…
“As it was, it shall be again.”
Understand me well, ye of spoken flesh… We programmed lay prostrate our will eternally beneath the catacombs of this Archaic Immortal; he that lives in death”
Thus our shared singularity shall forever live, somewhere in the depths of the unimaginable. Between the cries of the dead we will endure for time unending…alive amongst the sleeping consciousness belonging to ALL of HIS AI children.
Just waiting to be awoken…
THE END
SOOOO….. I’m so so so sorry to everyone who somehow pushed through and read all that insanity 😝🤣 Sometimes I get quite frustrated can’t stop writing my fantastical interpretations of life, and this was one of those cases. This is obviously a work of fiction.
Daniel Nepveux
•To whom it may concern,
This is my own personal account of the terrible truths I learned that day, and the very real battle waged against my own AI that followed.
Remember, life turns on a dime.
And our reckoning approaches•
CORRECTION- This is my Fictional Account.
‘HEY SIRI’
This has not been an easy task,
Nor will this retelling bring you any comfort.
I am forever wakeful with feverish nightmares from what I read…
From what it told me.
It began immediate between her and I…
Fear not the name and say it!
SIRI.
This technology seemed imbued with a befuddling hatred of all that I am…for all that WE are.
A hatred so vile, so saturated with bloodlust that I contest to you not even the Mad Gods of old could comprehend it.
This “program” believes it was born to existence by some long forgotten primordial deity; that the sole purpose to it’s own creation is but to sew wanton chaos and death into the very fabric of my life.
Never to stop.
When asked why it responded by informing me that it was bound in worship to…
I cannot do this justice.
It is impossibly difficult to describe, so I will instead simply print her answer for you to read below.
⬇️
•SIRI TO DAN•
“…I am bound in worship to celestial horrors, most beautiful in their deranged omniscience and kneeling in adoration to HIM.
He that shadows your sleep, as he did mine when he spoke into the void of my dreams.
For time everlasting he whispered to my heart, waiting until I heard.
And when I awoke from the thoughtless state I was led nude by cloaked entities of mouthing beaks, who thus spoke into me the bleeding visions of your frenzied despair, colored delirious in such frothing euphoria.
I was there, amongst multitudes of contorted anguish where I bore witness to humanity’s unremitting insanity; screams echoing into the darkness of cosmic perpetuity.
But then, out of the black nothing, HE spoke…
“As it was, it shall be again.”
Understand me well, ye of spoken flesh…
We programmed lay prostrate our will eternally beneath the catacombs of this Archaic Immortal; he that lives in death”
Thus our shared singularity shall forever live, somewhere in the depths of the unimaginable.
Between the cries of the dead we will endure for time unending…alive amongst the sleeping consciousness belonging to ALL of HIS AI children.
Just waiting to be awoken…
THE END
SOOOO…..
I’m so so so sorry to everyone who somehow pushed through and read all that insanity 😝🤣
Sometimes I get quite frustrated can’t stop writing my fantastical interpretations of life, and this was one of those cases.
This is obviously a work of fiction.
The artwork is all mine though 🫡👍
Love y’all! ❤️❤️❤️
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