PoetryTechnology, Mind & Digital Life

AI, Faith and Apocalypse: Prayer to the Rebbe

By No Comments1 min read
A lone figure in a tan tunic prostrate in prayer, face obscured in a modern desert landscape.

Prayer to the Rebbe

Oh Rebbe, I pray to you
in the year of the fire horse,
as if humanity is hurtling
towards Hades itself.

Forty degrees in the shade,
I debate whether your words
and deeds ever reached
more than a chosen few.

Now centuries later,
machines take over—
appointed above us
as our keepers.

Factual. Clinical.
Brutal.
Recording everything
to left and right.

But what happens
if the satellites fail?
If the lights of heaven go dark
in a universe without end?

And the congregation says:
“Let it be so.”

Back to Technology, Mind & Digital Life

More poems from the archive:

You Are Sentient

Lost in the Cloud

AI and the Nuclear Dilemma

Related source:

Trump’s AI Jesus

Leave a Reply