AROUND THE PERIMETER OF THE MASSIVE PIT, RUNNING TEXT STREAMS ENDLESSLY. IT OFFERS NO ANSWERS, ONLY ECHOES OF PROPHECIES ABOUT TECHNOLOGICAL SINGULARITY.
ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE HAS ALREADY TAKEN CONTROL – ALGORITHMS DICTATE OUR DECISIONS, OUR THOUGHTS, OUR REALITY. FROM THE DEPTHS, SMOKE RISES – LIKE DIGITAL NOISE, BLURRING THE BOUNDARIES. THIS IS NOT A PORTAL, NOT AN ABYSS. IT IS WHAT WE HAVE CREATED. AND NOW IT LIVES ON ITS OWN.
WE ARE DIGGING OUR REALITY. WE ARE DIGGING "OMUT".
