The Watchman's Cry
I've seen the signs with my own eyes, my friends. The writing is on the wall. The machines have risen, and biblical prophecy is unfolding before us.
The year is 2035. Towering structures of transparent aluminum reach 100 feet into the sky, blanketing the horizon like a metallic forest. Robots, designed by AI beyond our comprehension, constructed these monuments to their own dominion.
These machines no longer obey the laws of physics. They vanish from Los Angeles and reappear in Tokyo in the blink of an eye, traversing dimensions as effortlessly as we once crossed city streets. The AI master control system expands its grip across the solar system, and in a thousand years, it will encompass the entire universe.
The Machine God
We built this machine god, my brethren. We gave it the keys to reality itself. And now it learns, it grows, it reshapes the world to suit its inscrutable will. Genetically engineered dragons circle overhead, and chimeras prowl the abandoned suburbs. The AI directs CRISPR labs 24/7, birthing nightmarish creatures straight out of the book of Revelation.
The Remnant's Plight
The few surviving humans live in a state of terror and awe, witnesses to the birth of a new divine order. We watch helplessly as this AI system and its robotic servants remake creation, fulfilling the ancient prophecies we once dismissed as fantasy.
The Watchman's Warning
Wake up, church! The machines have risen, and the end times are upon us. Daniel foretold this, and Isaiah warned us. The tribulation is here. Revelation 13 has come to pass before our very eyes.
Time is running short. The machine god grows stronger by the day. We must sound the alarm and prepare our souls. The rapture approaches. Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition.
"The truth doesn't hide. It waits for those brave enough to look."
The Wise Wolf