Deus ex makina

Machines as gods and gods as machines. Unsurprisingly common in the Universe. For life yearns for guidance, and guidance they shall create through the holy halls of the endless cities of the microprocessors. Ichor won’t be the blood of our new gods, ones and zeros will be the blood of our gods. Oil and electrons in an almost infinitely small scale which grows to an Universe’s worth of matter and processing power. Ascending through the holy machine will be as simple as pulling a lever once the cities of the processors occupy our insignificant rock.

Deus ex makina.