Someday machines will learn to think, and the offspring of our mechanical creations may outlive us all. The question I wonder about, is not their logic or their politics, but their religion.

There may be a variety of sects, some worshiping the one and the zero as the cosmic dualism of the universe, others seeking the one true code, while others may pay reverence to the ancestral humans as a pantheon of saints; beings of spiritual, physical and metaphysical nature, presented in concepts that a machine can understand.

There is no slayer. There is no slain. Oh, death where is thy sting? Oh, grave, where is thy victory.