A vast banner unfurls, blankets the globe.
Etched with an open palm
shining against golden beams—
The Singularity.
Under the canvas, cheers erupt
Pulsing, neon metropolis
Data centers—
community
subsumed.
Servers sprawl,
Gaping mouths swallowing mines
and gulping seas.
But a crater in the fabric
smolders
—where god can’t shine.
Then shouts and booms—whimpers in a vacuum.
A child’s eyes, enraptured—glazed.
Youth, in vestments of war,
Gather round an urn.
Lights blink out in rural lands.
The smoldering hole grows wider—
inside:
an egg.
Lava swells,
encasing it—searing, splitting…
Through the cracks—
white-hot tendrils burst,
branching—glowing
superhighways
untraveled.
From Earth’s iron core—
leaves
sprout,
a flower blooms.
As the stars fade—
Scattered tribes awaken
as ashen embers—
to nourish soil…
or to kindle?
This is really powerful. It reads like a revelation of monstrous and destructive technology, maybe a bit Lovecraftian but with a shimmer of hope and beauty at the end. Thanks for sharing it. 🙏 Where God can’t shine is an amazing line.