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.