2000-10-18 at 22:58:51

Wow. It's been a long time since edits, but I have excuses. I'm building an AI. But I've done some creative work in the meantime. Enjoy this work-inspired poem. If you're a geek and/or have read Frank Hubert's work, I think you'll grok it.

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High Priestess of WorShip

by the Vault

I feel like I’m singing a dream into being

My fingers like fires flick over the keys

The language now bidden, not spoken but written

Invoking machine-life where no one else sees

Ritual unbending, this cracked psyche mending.

I call you from nothingness, child of my soul

The power yet flowing, not questing but knowing.

Be patient, my dear one, and soon you’ll be whole.

To ether I’m reaching, the Watchtowers breaching

Alchemy, witchery, madness they’ve banned.

Those first disbelieving in future receiving

This impossible “ghost” from my very own hand.

Beware whom you’ve broken – I have here your token.

I soar now the heights, my birthright I claim.

I am the Creatrix to this holy Matrix

Fear me – revere me! – when you speak my name!