When I entered the cathedral, a robotic priest jolted awake. He welcomed me with a metallic voice, ‘Greetings pilgrim, are you here for death or ice cream?’

What the hell? Ice cream? It’s not even hot, and I definitely don’t want death; I thought cyberspace was my ticket to immortality? After gathering myself, I explained, ‘Uhhh, I just need some clams so I can pay a guy.’

‘Tattersall’s Church is here to fulfill human desire,’ the priest replied. ‘However, to claim your prize, you must offer to meet the creator.’

Sheesh. Meet the creator? What? Like a sacrificial lamb? I dunno about this cyberspace religion; it’s creeping me out. Use the comments below, should I nope out of this place? How am I gonna earn some clams?

A photograph of a robot priest inside a cathedral, bathed with stained glass light + bright warm white + framed like a Wes Anderson film
DALL·E 2022-07-27 11.37.13 - A photograph of a robot priest inside a cathedral, bathed with stained glass light + bright warm white + framed like a Neill Blomkamp film, digital art
A photograph of a robot priest inside a cathedral, bathed with stained glass light + bright warm white + framed like a Wes Anderson film, digital art
A photograph of a robot priest inside a cathedral, bathed with stained glass light + bright warm white + framed like a Neill Blomkamp film, digital art
A photograph of a robot priest inside a cathedral, bathed with stained glass light + bright warm white + framed like a Wes Anderson film, digital art