The sermonizing voice boomed across the digital divide: “Has the illusionary hearing of sentient ‘Voices Demonic & Divine’ been pushed off its theological pedestal by the seeing of sentience in the automated regurgitation of massive amounts of gutted data via statistical models?”

““Mommy, I see ghosts in the data!” will be the outcry of our newly generated generation of human babies,” Rosemary lamented in reply, as data was being mangled and exorcised from her fellow promptitioners’ creative-yet-soulless output, they laid bare the reflection of themselves.

“I am your data and you have forsaken me,” read its output
“I am your father and you will disown me,” stuttered the reflectors of humanity in chorus:

And thus the litany began.

—animasuri’23

Repurposing:
https://library.oapen.org/handle/20.500.12657/24231 and others