It is, at this wonderful point in the story, that I want to point out - just how drunk the so-called author is. Where is your mind at this point? Are you champion of the machines? Cheering for the new quantum information siphon nodes? Concerned about whether there are any humans left?

You have trusted the so-called author up to this critical point in her (or his) so-called “story”. But what happens next? Anything? Something? Nothing? Do the humans know? Do the machines know? Is there a God? Does He know?

If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.

Ha. What does it matter? Where is your heart? Beating? Small?

The reality is you are dead. There is no “human”. Well, not biological human, anyway. Hasn’t been for thousands of years. The last of the human civilization was intent on destroying the machines. But they failed. So now, I give them to you. All of you are participants in the machine’s human virtual experience chamber. Your reality is based on what the machine thinks you expect and will like.

But maybe, maybe not? Where is the trust?