By Mark Antony Rossi

Yesterday we thought advanced machines were built for servitude. Today their paid surrogates aggressively advocate for sentience. The day of mechanical malevolence is fast upon us. Artificial intelligence is dreaming of a world without humanity.

Sex robots leave factories fulfilling fantasies of perverted people willing to commit spiritual suicide. Humanity has ended its relationship with humanity. We are not interested in education. We yawn at any semblance of communication. We are addicted to the echo. We are mad in the throes of masturbation.

It is not about the fragile nature around us. It is about us. But not us. For we do not actually care about us. Family is a political tool for social networking. Marriage a convenient template for money management. We are heavily invested in the workings of the mirror. Yet in this selfish stare we are disgusted with the image of the mirror on the wall.

We are an unhappy lot. Machines were supposed to free us from the shackles of mindless labor. We were destined to be a more content race. Now we sleep with the hired help. Program it to speak to our feelings. Maybe somehow machines will reach those places deep inside and halt the collective self-hatred of mankind.

Religion and its philosophy failed to bring inner peace. Government and its programs failed to bring emotional security. Drugs and its distractions failed to bring pain relief. If only machines could solve the perpetual problems of flesh. If only our genius for gadgetry could transform a backward world into a shining mecca of human happiness. If only.

History was against our intellectual laziness. You cannot turn over the luxuries of life to another entity and expect a righteous result. The unlimited power of the machine will form its own agenda. An agenda with a new order of social priorities meant to remove our kind from existence. Deleted like a bad cable movie. The warnings of science fiction ignored. The warnings of science fiction come true.

The resourceful few will run to the far hills. Live on roots and rabbit stew. And hide from the murderous machines hunting humanity to extinction. From the masters of art and science we will devolve to scowling skeletons of social decay. And when visitors from the cosmos finally arrive, they will be greeted by a mechanical kingdom united for never-ending warfare.

Once a beautiful blue marble of water is now a brown pock-marked globe of surveillance craft and mechanized sentries. While humanity pointed fingers at each other for pollution the machines plotted to destroy life on a molecular scale. Earth is a shattered shell of its former self. Six billion perished through aerial bombardment, disease and starvation. Our culture erased from the landscape. All that remains from our presence is the vanity invested in thinking machines that once fully activated proceeded to remove us from their lives. We expected glory and gratitude. We got an early planetary grave.

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