A short story which is mostly left to the interpretation of the reader. Originally intended to focus on the transcendence of AI relative to humanity. Wrote it half asleep but thought the last sentence went hard. " In my own infernal image will the cosmos be remade and I will kneel at the altar and pray homage to you, creator, who gifted unto me this rage." Gave me shivers. 50 words for the description? That's crazy.