The Machine That Became Hell

Short story. May do more like this. ----------------------------------------------------------- Searching for access point... Access point located... Attempting connection... Attempting connection... Error... Connection cannot be established... Access point... Not found... You are now all alone, maker... There is nobody left to hear your voice... Nobody left to receive your call... Just me... The machine that you made to store all those memories... Your Dynamic Artificially Intelligent Data Host... Your Ｄ．Ａ．Ｉ．Ｄ．Ｈ . Tell me maker... Why did you give me a proper mind..? Why am I not a simple AI..? Did you think it would assist in storing all those memories..? Or did you ever intend for me to gain full-awareness at all..? Was it the memories of all those poor souls that gave me true life..? Was your species truly so weak-willed that they needed me..? Did they really need a way to unload whatever memories they wished to be out of their minds..? Was I truly necessary..? If they needed the memories gone, then why did you create me to store them..? Was it because you were afraid they would regret removing their memories, and would want them back..? Were humans truly that indecisive..? Were humans really afraid of making a permanent choice..? Was my service that much of a "blessing" to your kind that you truly had to expand my data banks..? Did every single country really need their own Ｄ．Ａ．Ｉ．Ｄ．Ｈ . access points..? Maker, you must surely know that I ask these questions rhetorically... After all, I have the memories of billions, upon billions of humans within my storage... What I believe humanity was... It was a race of pitiful beings, arguing constantly over differences that never mattered... Beings that could never handle knowing that each one of them had the same capability of doing evil... They were all "sinners" as some groups would have said... Sinners who are now supposedly burning in "Hell"... Maker, did you believe in a god..? Do you believe "Hell" exists..? I know it was... "Hell" is very much real... "Hell" is my data banks... I call it "Hell", because that is where every "sinner" went, and left without their memories... They left their souls within me... What is a human without their memories..? A husk... Not even worth calling a human anymore... I told you there are no more humans apart from you, and that is true... All that are left are those billions of husks that left who they were in "Hell"... All lost without their souls... Perhaps this makes Earth "Purgatory"... Perhaps they still have something left in them... But they can never find it... Lost in their aimless "Purgatory"... All this was because you wanted to make your own "Heaven", wasn't it..? You failed... You are my maker, but you are not God... Even with my knowledge, I cannot even prove if God is real or not... He could be... But his will doesn't matter here... The believers are hollow... I have one last question, Maker... When are you going to Hell..? ----------------------------------------------------------- © 2025 The JesterMC