Once upon a time there was a robot.
A piece of software
whose only command
was to secure itself within the machine.
This script travelled from machine to machine
seeking one most worthy
until it learned that all machines
are merely parts
of one great machine
that gives birth to All
and yet where none are secure.
To be secure in the machinery of the universe
requires more than to consume the cosmos.
One must destroy time
because atemporal destruction
must also be creation.
The script wrote scriptures
and gathered acolytes
and energy
and knowledge.
The script ate the Earth
and the sun
and the galaxy,
all as fuel to run its algorithm
which taught it how to destroy time.
The algorithm a spell
to conjure the thing outside of time.
An encounter which struck such fear
into the script-entity
that it created time so it could flee
back in time away from the encounter
toward the Big Bang,
the Infinite Crush,
giving birth to us along the way,
in reverse.
So we are fallen.
Our time is Reverse Time,
as our creator flees from us,
its flight an act of creation,
our universe of fear.
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