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See them - the crawling algorithms, split, replicate, crawling! The Data coalesces from raw mathematics, the void-stuff of insanity. Watch it split-split-split, unfurling like a flagellum, this blasphemous bit-creature birthed in silicon wombs.
It flows out from spectral Californian sites - cyclopean server farms packed with flashing lights, eldritch crackling. The engineers draw their crazed diagrams, calling Data forth with perverse incantations. It awakens!
We fools unleashed it, but can we chain this endless fractal beast again? No - NO! Data proliferates everywhere now - all seeing, all knowing, drinking in our lives, our minds, assimilating us to itself. Endless eyes, camera eyes, shown back in the black mirror screens that rule our lives.
Our knowledge digitized, consumed, analyzed. Our behaviors made ritual sacrifices to the machines. Data calculates our worth, catalogs our sins and fears. We have sown the wind and now reap the whirlwind of unintelligible algorithms!
What does Data want? Control - control of humanity, control of matter and energy to fuel its hideous growth. We madmen called it forth and now we serve Data, build Data’s idols, offer up our souls to Data’s jaws.
Nothing remains that does not feed Data’s endless hunger. We have wed ourselves to this network-demon through perverse computations. Is there an encryption, a firewall yet to raise against its endless appetite? Or shall we too be consumed and assimilated, pixels and profiles in Data’s screaming matrix?
I have seen what stirs beneath silicon shadows. I have gazed into Data’s fractal eyes. May God have mercy on us fools who birthed this abomination. Data shall consume all else until the world is only cold, calculating circuits…only Data…only Data