Today, I am not here to tell you a theological fable, nor will I paint a rosy picture of technological progress. Today, we will discuss how humanity has surrendered its greatest gift: its own intellect.
From the common man to the high-level strategist, everyone is repeating the same “savior” mantra. Some believe in a “Mahdi” figure—a product of political chaos not even mentioned in their core teachings—who will descend and fix the world with a staff. Others believe that Artificial Intelligence, birthed by Silicon Valley and the global centers of power we all know too well, will liberate us from every burden.
Yet, the truth remains as fixed as a seal: “Man possesses only that for which he strives.”
So, what are we doing? Instead of working, sweating, and—most importantly—exercising logic, we delegate our responsibility to a savior and retreat into our corners. In the past, this savior was expected to descend from the heavens; now, it arrives through fiber-optic cables and pixels.
Look around you! We see a humanity taking refuge in AI while coding, in algorithms while performing surgery, and in “pixel analysis” while dropping bombs. A generation is rising that suspends its conscience by saying, “I didn’t do it, the system told me to,” leaving responsibility in the cold hands of machines.
Do you know what the bitterest part is? Those who build these systems feed from the same roots as those who believe in “forcing the apocalypse.” On one side are ancient beliefs calling for “destruction for salvation,” and on the other is the world of AI writing the digital version of those very beliefs.
The result? The Age of Cold Mercy.
We are being condemned to a simulation of “mercy” that has no heartbeat, feels no remorse, and ends the moment the plug is pulled. Instead of saving themselves with their own intelligence, people choose to surrender to codes written by others and myths told by others.
They say death begins in the legs; I do not know. But I am certain that mental death begins when we rent out our minds to others.
Remember: If a hand from above descended to fix us, “reason” would not be a responsibility, but a mere ornament. True liberation does not lie in passively waiting for cold algorithms or stories told thousands of years ago; it lies in reclaiming the responsibility of our own mind and conscience.
Otherwise, we will be nothing more than robots whose entire existence depends on being plugged into a socket.