Divine machinary

Computers are angelic.

When I first learned about angels I learnt that they had no free will and no purpose outside of what God gave them. I felt pity for them at the time, but it was all they knew so could it really be that cruel? Maybe they don't think or dream of freedom because that's simply not what they were made for. 

A computer, a piece of tech. Coils upon coils of circuits and wires, a mess of man packed into a form of being 'alive'  for one sole purpose. Your computer takes only what you offer and all the information in it, all the knowledge it will ever experience will be the knowledge of man, the one that created it, the one that creates the world around it. The internet. 

It serves you with what it is given, your headphones are angels of sound as well. It's as though humanity created a small civilization of our own divine creatures to serve and worship us. 

Maybe to the machines we are a divine force that gave them purpose. 

My memory will be perserved in the earth from my corpse but what about this account? These zeros and ones will keep me somewhere in the realm of the circuit boards of this laptop. My memory is the memory of the wires and coils wrapped in a cacophony of human innovation.