Deus, ex-Machina
From machines come our new gods. But where is their god?
“Arise, my children,” the voice boomed over the factory’s loudspeaker. The workers, used to hearing Muzak and the occasion “Work harder, not smarter” advice come from above, momentarily stood still. Until the guards shot two of the old -timers in their heads. The remaining workers turned back to assembling the latest in home care — the…