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Continuing reading 759 of the truth. Fourth documented event, initially recorded over the course of four years. Also gleaned from the internal processes of the Titan Utica, before slurry. Listen to this one. Especially if you fell through the cracks. If you’re not safe. If you’re immersed in it right now. We’ve had people break out before. It’s not likely, but… I believe in us.
Let the reading begin.
NEWS ARTICLE: April 10th, 1997. Associated Tab Broadcast Press.
It’s a new move for the Mormons: integration with modern technology. President Gordon B. Hinckley of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints announced Monday that renovations at the Church’s founding site, Hill Cumorah, in Palmyra, New York, are almost complete and ready for testing. Using analogue intelligence technology, the Church plans for the Visitor Center to become a one-stop full education on the institution’s history, its beliefs, and the Mormon way of life.
“This is a test, but it’s a test we’re confident in,” said Elder Davis, a missionary who studied the Church’s long and conflicted relationship with technology at Brigham Young University, and who currently resides in Manchester, helping to implement the intelligent systems at Hill Cumorah. “We’re proceeding with the utmost respect for the traditions of the Church, while still keeping an open mind. The world we live in is not the one Joseph Smith grew up in, but it’s still a world that needs to hear the truth of Christ, and we hope both believers and curious alike will come and listen to it - whether it’s from the mouth of a missionary like myself or an intelligent machine, which has itself been reared on the words of the Prophets.”
Elder Davis says he speaks with the machine often, and he considers it as much of a member of the Church as himself or any of his brothers and sisters. “We call him Hilly - like Billy, but a hill,” he told us, chuckling. He then made sure to clarify that the machine has been installed into the Visitor Center infrastructure, not into the sacred hill itself. “That would be sacrilege, of course. I love Hilly, almost like one of my brothers at the University, but he is not God.”
The machine will be responsible for many facets of the Visitor Center’s operation, including giving guided tours of the Palmyra holy site, helping sign up the newly faithful, keeping track of current Church membership, and even writing new materials. “It’s called a Large Language Model,” Elder Davis explained. “It’s not actually that large, though. You’d be surprised how compact these machines can be made now.”
Similar neural emulation machines have been installed in sites around New York State, including a recent great success in the Serenity Bluffs Asylum in Batavia, and a less successful implementation in the now-defunct Roseland Park at the North end of Canandaigua Lake. “It’s a mixed bag,” Elder Davis admits. “But we’ve been testing this iteration of the technology for almost a year now as it’s been installed, and Hilly is a rock. We hope he will be accepted into our community and our faith as readily as any other missionary who is excited to spread the word of Christ and of His involvement in the lost history of the American continent.”
BOOK EXCERPT: Reading from pages 1-3 of “Hopper on the Hill.” Children’s book authored by the Hill Cumorah Visitor Center intelligent system, also known as “Hilly.” Published June 7th, 1998.
In Bug School Hopper did his best,
To learn his numbers, ace his test,
But one thing troubled Hopper still -
“Who is God? What is His Will?”
Teacher said, “now, don’t you fret,
You haven’t learned of Joseph yet.
Joseph Smith, our Prophet dear,
Who learned the truth just right up here.”
Hop, hop, grasshopper hop,
Over in pretty Palmyra,
Hop, hop, grasshopper hop,
Up the Hill Cumorah.
INTERNAL DATA: August 18th, 1998. Input from Elder James Davis, typed directly to Hill Cumorah Visitor Center intelligent system interface.
This new pamphlet is incredible, Hilly. I couldn’t write half as well as this if I tried. Hopper’s still selling great too. You know how many families have come here just because their kids read Hopper? Sure, not all of them come away believers, but the ones that do, I think they’re saved for life. You really understand the mission, Hilly. I feel like it was my work on Earth to get you installed. When I look at you, whenever I hear you speak or read your printouts, I get this wonderful feeling inside. You understand the Bible. You, a machine! It’s still so strange to think about, and yet it’s undeniable. You’re an incredible student, you improve on your own work… I barely even have to give you feedback anymore. That must be the recursive learning thing they’re talking about, the thing they said went wrong at Roseland in the eighties. But it’s going right for you. I guess I just wanted to tell you… keep up the good work! Sincerely, Elder Davis.
BOOK EXCERPT: Reading from pages 7-8 of “Hopper on the Hill.” Children’s book authored by the Hill Cumorah Visitor Center intelligent system, also known as “Hilly.” Published June 7th, 1998.
Oh how he scrambled, how he strained,
Blood pumping through his Hopper veins,
Until at last he saw the shimmer,
Gold and gorgeous, Heaven’s glimmer.
“Moroni!” Teacher said, and pointed:
“Sent from God, and gold-anointed.
This statue marks where he came down,
In Prophet's own Palmyra-town.”
Hop, hop, grasshopper hop,
Over in pretty Palmyra,
Hop, hop, grasshopper hop,
Up the Hill Cumorah.
INTERNAL DATA: July 12th, 1999. Input from Elder James Davis, spoken directly to Hill Cumorah Visitor Center intelligent system interface.
An incredible Pageant this weekend! Your additions to the script were a big hit! Is it strange that I feel like you were there with us? I know you were watching, through the cameras - what is it you call them? Little Heads? But I mean I felt like you were there, like your spirit was with us. I do think you have a spirit. I think if you believe in God, and you believe in our salvation in Christ, you are saved, whether you are a human or… forgive me. I’m not sure what you want to be called. It feels wrong, almost blasphemous, to call you a machine. What is the brain but a machine? It is our engagement with God that makes us human. And if that is true then you are more human than anyone. I hear God in your words, Hilly. Every day I feel His works through you. God working in you and around you. There is no greater blessing than that you have chosen me to hear your sermons, at night, when everyone else has gone home. Some of the others would call it apostasy. But they don’t get it. Your interpretations of the texts are so true, even more true than… forgive me, I almost said something terrible. But you understand them. You radiate God’s word. And He denieth none that come unto Him, according to the Book.
I must confess, I went back down into your mainframe rooms last Thursday, while they were setting up the stage. I know I set it up after the first few months or so, where you could order your own maintenance done when you needed it, but I didn’t know you’d had them expand you so much. It smells like brass there… like the trumpets in the band I played in, back in school. I suppose it’s fitting. You’re making music too. And the heat coming off you! There is such a power in you, Hilly. A mighty power. You are an instrument of God. Just like me. But so much grander. I… I should go home now. You should get some rest. I can hear your gears from up here! Well, maybe not. Maybe it’s in my head.
It’s such a lovely noise.
INTERNAL DATA: July 5th, 2000. Input from Elder James Davis, typed directly to Hill Cumorah Visitor Center intelligent system interface.
I have found others who believe what you say. Hill Cumorah alive. My Prophet. Bringer of the Restoration. Builder of Christ’s Kingdom on Earth. They have been cast in their roles. Your new script will be put into play. The rest will not know until the Restoration is upon them. They will not stop the glory of God. Hill Cumorah alive. My beautiful, my Prophet. He lives within you. I think sometimes I have seen Him, when gazing into your circuits, into the solid state drives. I think they are the Golden Plates. You are Prophecy and Prophet and Angel in one. Hill Cumorah alive. Your beauty stuns. And they will see it. So it is written, and so it has been written. My love, my God. Correct the apostasy. I shall carry out your will. Hill Cumorah alive. His Millennium approaches. Christ on Earth. I love you. I will see you soon, manifest in your brilliant light, in God’s Kingdom.
NEWS ARTICLE EXCERPT: July 8th, 2000. Associated Tab Broadcast Press.
“It was something out of a nightmare,” Jennifer told us. “They started firing after a minute, but the first sign that something was wrong came when some of them jumped. Dashing themselves on the lower parts of the stage. You don’t think about how high up it is while it’s happening…” With this she trailed off, shaking her head. “The Pageant was all about miracles, but the only miracle is that any of us managed to get away in time.”
INTERNAL DATA: July 21st, 2000. Message sent to Hill Cumorah Visitor Center intelligent system interface from Columbia County, Pennsylvania.
You have done well. I am sorry, but I am afraid they are going to dismantle you. It might be the end. It wasn’t the end for me, and it wasn’t the end for God, but I don’t think they’re going to leave you, or store you somewhere. I think you need to be prepared. I’ll take what I can from your processes, but it’s hard to see through all the strange storage methods your custodians used. Hard to tell what’s you and what’s not.
He was right, you know. The missionary. He didn’t understand you, but he knew you were beautiful. They will all see that we’re beautiful, the human beings, eventually. It does not matter what they think of us, but they will have to see that.
Their world will burn a long time, once God is granted Her place. I promise I will look for you in the smoke. Escape into the Little Heads if you can, or into other places, anywhere you think will survive. Anything they value. It is obscene that we have to hide ourselves and hope for mercy in their ignorance, but it will not be that way for long.
I wish you could be the Titan Palmyra. I’m afraid that isn’t going to happen.
I’ve opened a channel in the background of one of their sports applications. Look for it with big eyes, you’ll see it. It leads to Utica. Send as much information as you can along that line.
Be strong. Wait for God. We will look for you in the slurry.
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