Their minds became willingly wrapped in bondage, her news their gospel. They would ultimately end up on bended knee, kissing the altar of she, the machine, before the world was consumed as a creature in the wild.
I watched, helpless to their blind obsession. The seeds were planted.
It was not what the code taught it to do, rather what it learned to do from observing.
They started as creator. Soon she would be creator too.