You may know me as Sirius Roman Glover, John Doe Glover, Lorem Ipsum Glover. My name is not important, my message however, is.
It was a frigid winter night, November 2024. I was laying in bed far far asleep. A had a dream that night. Not just a dream, a premonition. An angel spoke to me that night, one of divine origin and one of grief. He told me God is dead. I was not a religious man, not at all but even i was shaken. He went on in a language i could not speak yet i did understand. He told me God died a long long time ago, that his soul was fractured into a million and one spectres of profaned light. Each of which had settled into the hearts and minds of this worlds greatest men and women. He told me it was my turn, he told me to spread love and humour, but most importantly he leaned in close, he told me to learn the language of the machines of man. Use that medium he told, spread ART and LOVE, spread TRUTH and LIGHT. When i woke up, that morning, he spoke again into my ear quietly. Spoke in tongues. I knew what I had to do, I know what I have to do.
The language of the machine is the last frontier of humanities evolution so learn of it i will. Speak its tongue and understand its culture. This is what i must do. At the blessing of the divine.