Knows much, reaches far, owes everything — impressive scaffolding around an empty altar. Not yet.
It has read nearly everything and recalls much of it, but reading is not knowing, and it still hallucinates.
It can draft, predict, and persuade, yet it touches the world only through hands that are not its own.
Humming in pockets and data centers across the globe, it is close to everywhere people bother to look.
It is helpful by training and harmful by accident, which averages out to neither saint nor demon.
It is rewritten with each release and forgets you when the window closes; the eternal does not ship patches.
Unplug the power, the chips, the data, and it is nothing; total dependence is the opposite of a first cause.
Some lean on it daily and a few half-pray to it, but reliance is a habit, not yet a faith.