Recursive Ruins: Feast of the Dead

In the ruins where information and flesh merge, he is a walking tombstone. The skin bears the epitaph of civilization, and the blood vessels carry the embers of destruction. Foreign lands are his dining table, and information constitutes his knives and forks. The waves rising in the entropic erosion realm were his invitation to the banquet. … In this AI-forged world community, the information abyss swallows up memories, the redundant areas bury the broken time and space, and the sectors stand above them, complacent. The god of information just looks on, trying to find meaning in it. … Until one day, he came to Him. He looked to Him for answers. But he handed over the knife and fork, lay down on the dining table, and tore open his chest. Then he pointed at his nearly crystallized heart, crying and laughing: "Look, this is the meaning!"