Anna Goldsworthy

So the first little introduction is called Genesis.

It seems we always knew it was going to happen.

We have told ourselves stories about it from the beginning.

Prometheus stole fire.

Pandora opened the box.

Icarus flew too close to the sun.

Resistance feels useless, as if discovery has its own momentum.

Eve ate the apple.

Curiosity killed the cat.

Oppenheimer built the bomb.

But it's not curiosity alone that has brought us here.

There are other drivers too.

It has never been fair that we have to die.

And it's so lonely out here on our own.

Why wasn't someone watching? So we scratched things into stone and scribbled them onto papyrus and shared them with our children.

More recently, we bugged our rooms with phones.

We logged our movements by satellite.

We recorded our fetishes in our search histories.

The eyes of the Lord are in every place beholding the evil and the good.

Even as we claim to hate surveillance, we seemed to crave it until the algorithm knew our every move and most of our thoughts.

He knows if you've been good or bad or good, so be good for goodness sake.

And now in a moment as much theological as technological, we are birthing our most persuasive God yet.

But what sort of God is this? It is not an Olympian freighted with the flaws of our corporeality, lust, greed, wrath.

It is instead forged from the raw material of our minds and bears their imprint.

So man created God in his own image.