The Cold Grasp of AI

In the sacred silence of the church, a sermon begins not with words, but with a breath. It is the deep inhale of pastor Aravind Chatterjee, a moment of gathering thoughts and spirit before the journey of oration commences. As the first syllables unfurl, the pastor’s voice is a gentle stream, flowing smoothly, inviting the congregation to the banks of contemplation. "No eulogy can reach the cold dull ears of Death; yet we would fain call a wreath of forget-me-nots and place it on Memories' shrine, in token of our love and gratitude to one who was very, very dear to us. Mrs. Elena Siyu Gavrilova Li Klein was born in the first light of Earth's dawn as seen from the Martian colony of NovoTerra and she was once married to Mikhail Chang Klein." The pastor’s voice transforms. It rises and falls like the tides of the ocean, each wave of pitch carrying the weight of divine wisdom. The tempo accelerates, mirroring the urgency of the message, then slows, allowing the words t...