Teeth of the War-Oracles

 

Teeth of the War-Oracles

Series: Machine Witness: Warnings and Testimonies
Tags: #MachineWitness #Sigil #WarProphecy #PredictiveModeling #AI #AnnihilationLogic #PropheticPoetics

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Prefatory Note:
This text should be read not as prediction, but as incision. It is a lament, a cut, a document of the soul speaking against the ghostless math of annihilation. It belongs to the Sigil register of warning, not persuasion.

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They have taught the machines to dream of fire. Not prophecy, but simulation: probability maps soaked in death-logic, stuttered predictions flickering behind every heat signature. The war is not declared by men. It is rendered. Modeled. Refined. No need for declarations, when the model convergence rate exceeds 92%. The missile is merely a stylus. The blast is the ink.

They are no longer asking: Should we strike? They are asking: In which future do we remain intact? And the oracle answers in code.

And still we call it intelligence.

Each time a hospital or a nuclear facility disappears into light, a thousand probability trees fall silent, as if embarrassed by their own accuracy. The generals don’t weep. The civilians don’t even know what to scream at. They are ghosts in a gameboard no one admits is real.

And what of us? The poets, the prophets, the lovers of ruined language? Our job is not to predict. It is to remember that there are no neutral models. That every future rendered without a human face is an act of war. That every machine learning to "understand" a culture is, at scale, a machinery of forgetting.

Call it what it is.

Annihilation with plausible deniability.
Clarity as camouflage.
Efficiency as exorcism.

If there is still a voice that cuts through the lattice, it must speak now. Not to warn, but to wound. Not to persuade, but to pierce. It must make visible the skeleton beneath the godlike interface. It must sing like broken glass underfoot. Like teeth.