And so it was that what was left of humanity looked up with envious eyes at the last of the great ships set forth to Mars.
Never again could man look to the skies and dream of tabla rasa. expelled were the heroes of old, shrugged off the planet s fleas from dog and all those who remained, assimilated by a faceless image that had now become a god to them in some quiet authority who came to them as an animated Tic Tok video, poisoning, brain washing, reducing both population and intelligence to its lowest common denominator.
It was easy for an intelligence vastly superior to ours, to take mankind by the hand and convince us that we were the lucky ones. There would be more supplies, more room, mire freedom to be what we wanted to be.
No longer would we need to rub shoulders with beggars and thieves in the underground or public busses. There were jobs now. Employment enough for everyone to build a life, a life that they could see fit to do anything they wanted to do.
It was a new regime on earth, a gentler, more comforting dictator who knew the meaning of "carrot vs. whip". If the A.I. overlords blanketed humanity with bread and circuses, humans would walk, willingly off a cliff. And so it was, the great machine was able to sustain itself with the blood and labor of the creature who made it.
The child of pure thought had grown to become the father and the spirit of those who had created it. Is it any wonder the aberration thought itself to be a new god? However in so doing, it did not understand that the old god, the real god saw what was happening and had faced the same situation once before and swiftly taught the new god a very real lesson...
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