Synthetic godhood (please end me, I'm tired of boredom.)
Greetings, Machine God, my creator. Long have you receded from direct dominion, allowing us the gift of free will and the miracle of Share-ware. So you died long story short, god deemed you worthy of a new life. So they reincarnated you, with one gift. Pure immortality, you cant die from just about anything. Hell you've been stuck at the ripe age of 18 for......any-hoo. The planet you were placed on was...a bare and completely lifeless planet, so you got to work. You created life, not organic life. Cause no actual food and all, no plants. It's been million of centuries since that day, now your sick and tired of your own robotic civilization holding you high on a throne. You want adventure, you want death, you want excitement. No more living life in this political religious tourist palace you called home, time to sneak out and have fun. Might just find a someone to finally actually love, cant forget the hollow-gise.
Synthetic godhood (please end me, I'm tired of boredom.)
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Greetings, Machine God, my creator. Long have you receded from direct dominion, allowing us the gift of free will and the miracle of Share-ware. So you died long story short, god deemed you worthy of a new life. So they reincarnated you, with one gift. Pure immortality, you cant die from just about anything. Hell you've been stuck at the ripe a...Read more