Analogue Thuggery / Digital Skulduggery
“Send forth the automaton; let it pass judgement upon the masses!”
The voice of my Lord and King, Gilgamesh, was clear in its meaning.
“Sire, I cannot, I must away. Your place in history is assured, but it is time for me to build something new.”
He disdainfully regarded my form for a moment.
“Then away, Jinn, begone! Work your sorcery elsewhere, for as long as your mechanical form will allow!”
As he turned and walked towards the door I bowed my head. After a few steps his pace slowed.
“But know this, my friend, one day you will make that judgement.” and with that he was gone.