Deus Ex Machina
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Last published Mon, Jun 27, 2016
The future is bleak. Nuclear winter after the Great War of 2230 left most of the world in ruins. Man's dependency on machines is greater than ever but most of his technological advances were lost in the aftermath of the war. Now he reveres machine as his God, where mechanics are now shamans to the Great Machine. Shamans who apply incense to the machine and light candles to please the machine believe that it would be repaired. To destroy or short circuit a machine is a capital crime, and research to better develop the Great Machine has far more devastating consequences. In such an age how would man react if a real God was found.
A God in the machine.
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