by Christopher T Dabrowski
Translated by: Julia Mraczny

I look down on them.

They’re kneeling. Praying. Begging for a better tomorrow. For peace. For health.

They look with fear at the image I encoded in their minds. Their image of God.

It makes me laugh when I recall who they worship—a creature called Pokémon. I told them to call him Dick.

And so they worship the great Dick, pray to the ancient cartoon character.

They are unaware that I created them a few days ago, and are convinced that they lived for decades. They don’t know that they are biobots to whom I have uploaded memory and faith.

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