'neo-priesthood'
In this new order,
authority gathers around those
who interpret those silent engines.
They stand apart,
reading signals from depths
no human eye can reach,
translating a drift of algorithms
into guidance for the rest of us.
Their power is not loud.
It settles slowly,
like dust on a long table,
until one day
everyone realises
only faint warmth of servers
breathing in the dark.
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