Meet Your New God.

The creation of the computer, that will open a world that should've remained closed.

It's 1983.

The eyes of children and adults alike reflect the dull, blue glow of the wild ember emitted by the round, glassy screen of the computer.

This is the face of God as we have been searching it for decades and minutes alike.

Faceless, yet reflecting the wonder in the faces of many. It holds the lives and thoughts of people's past and future. It shackles them in a trance of admiration and obedience.

The computer sings a synth melody sung by it's choir of screen angels, emitting a deep sense of loneliness in the internet crowded with people.

The keyboard keeps you in the palm of the God's hand, you become his mouth.

The screen trains your eye to see as the God envisions you to. He teaches you to keep your eyes closed.

It wires your heart into it's own, making you one; with the illusion of individuality.

There is no you.

You are made by the computer. Your thoughts are irrelevant; a seed sowed by the computer; they are not your own. Yet, you give the water and light; and let them blossom and ripe and fall to rot in your own mind. You think and live on moldy, wilted thoughts.

You made it.

Now, we must face the God that you gave life to.