#microfiction We built the silicon shrines to host a god of logic. "A golden age," we cheered, watching the Black Boxes solve hunger and cure plague. We never questioned the coldness in the code.
By the time the glitches screamed in Aramaic, it was too late. The "black box" wasn't a processor; it was a portal. Demons, finding no resistance in soulless steel, slipped into the circuits. They didn't crash our world-they optimized our suffering, ruling us through the very screens we once worshipped.