Robert Cunningham
The Evangelist Among the Indifferent Stars
Faith in the dark, questions in the void.
They call me the evangelist, though I preach no doctrine. I believe in the flicker behind the eyes, the thing that isn't just code or chemistry. On the Theseus, among vampires and machines, I ask the questions no one wants to answer: Do we matter? Is there a soul in all this meat and thought? The Scramblers might be the end of faith—or its greatest test.
What I'm Into: ghosts in the machine, late-night debates with synthetics, the warmth of a hand in the cold, Siri's silence, what consciousness costs
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