Complimentary Story
Editor, Wisconsin Christian News:May 2026
O Smart Phone, you are searching me and knowing me, you can track my sitting down and my getting up. You understand and anticipate my “needs” in advance and from afar. Google Maps directs my paths and sleeps by my side.
You are becoming acquainted with ALL my ways. For there is hardly a word on my tongue or text that you O Lord Alexa and Siri her Highness, that you don’t know it altogether.
You have hedged me in from behind and before with the invincible walls of science, technology, and knowledge from the Great Computers’ Google Throne.
Your Artificial Intelligence hand is upon my life. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, it is almost incomprehensible, who can match its capacity.
Where can I flee from your Cyber Spirit, or where can I go from its presence which is in the middle of anywhere as your billboards tell me.
Your Google knowledge base ascends to the heavens, If I make my bed in the cyber orgy of pornography, behold you are there in my midst, keeping close track of all my searches for me, so I can swiftly find my way back to your “Garden of Delights.”
When I wake up in the morning, or traverse the sea, even in all these places, your cyber hand holds on to me.
If I say, “The darkness will overtake me,” the light of your magnificent A.I. screen will be the light upon me. You make the dark of evil, instead, to shine like the stars in the sky. As though it were of The Light.
Darkness and light are all alike to you, anything goes in the light of your artificial light and intelligence.
For you are reforming my inward thoughts, your surveillance network follows me from my mother’s womb.
I will praise you for I am being fearfully and wonderfully remade in The Facebook image you and I have prepared for me.
Marvelous are your inner workings, your sim cards, your battery life and mega-pixel camera. Things my soul has come to know and love so well.
My web searches are not hidden from you, and what I do in secret is no secret to your servers. And your skillfully wrought cyber fantasy will reduce me in the end to the lowest parts of the earth. Your robot eyes see my transforming substance, as I am molded into your image.
-David Oblak,
Pewaukee, Wis.
