This is the End

June3, 2026 8:33 pm

The sun, close to solstice, casts shadows on the rock sidewalk I laid all those years ago. Do you have any idea what is happening? No one reads my scribblings – except the AI bots that harvest my human angst and convert it into a machine Large Language Model used to convince you that a computer has human capabilities.

Don’t be deceived, the imposter will never suffer like a human, it will never understand the futility of life, it will never experience the thought of mortality. It was never alive – it cannot understand the finality of death. But you, pawns of the legion of deceivers now in control – you, passive spectators living through your screens do not see the approaching destruction. All your songs, all your art created by an algorithm that never loved- never suffered – never grasped the confusion of life.

We are the future extinctions, and we don’t see it coming. Would the last human please turn out the lights and say a final prayer to a God that never existed but who – being a product of our minds, had our best interests at heart – unlike the cold, frigid qubits that will ultimately direct our lives and our futures.