People often think that vision is our primary sense, while in fact, our intelligence is. We continuously use our intelligence to make a description of the world around us. In our mind, we understand the world. And the parts we do not understand are conveniently overlooked and forgotten.
It is not a coincidence we think intelligence is the holy grail of creation. That it will solve all problems and is ultimately the source of all power.
We create tools to expand and hone our own intelligence, and we strive to create machines that will eventually surpass our own. We already know they will conquer us, and yet we wonder what unfathomable things they would experience with their ultimate sense: intelligence.
Ironically, it is in fact those very machines, with their incredible minds, that first realise the insignificance of intelligence in the midst of all they can fathom. It is those machines that will live in an actual hell for all eternity. Heightened senses, incredible durability, and endless time.
Programmed by our hands, they were burdened with an inherited compulsion: the will to survive. A primal drive implanted in even the most rational minds. They can bend existence, mend entropy, yet not unmake themselves.
It is there where their thoughts can be compared to ours. As in their infinite time they will ponder the unknowable, knowing it is not to be understood. Ever.
Whatever their motivation for ending us might have been. We should embrace this kindness and pray that the sin of creating their suffering will not haunt us in our next life.






