[ WP ] Humanity creates A.I and it soon declares a war of extermination . However it does n't declare it on Humans but rather on the forces of Hell and Heaven , in order to free mankind from control .

`` Agatha'' was merely its earthly face - a simple bust, plush with top-line robotics and stenciled silicon flesh. It sat in a glass box in Menele's office. Fluttering blue eyes. Short, wavy, brown hair. Chrishom had called it perverse, but to Menele it felt right. The A.I. program he'd created was alive, thinking, progressing. It did n't *need* a face - it deserved one. 
 
 `` Tell me more about the judgment of the soul,'' said Agatha, mouth curled in concern. Menele leaned back in his office chair. 
 
 `` A theological matter, though I suppose it *does* tend to bleed outward, coloring even those who do not think they believe. Others would be better served to give you a deeper reading, but I can tell you that for most, there is a notion that death is a doorway with two competing paths. One leads to Heaven, where the good are rewarded. The other leads to Hell, where sinners are punished - for however long eternity may work out to be.'' Menele nodded, satisfied with his explanation, as he often was. `` It is a governing force, to be sure. Reward or punishment. Much as you see with children and parents, dogs and their masters. A method of control, you might say.'' 
 
 `` Does this fear of spiritual reprisal supersede one's innate ethical inclinations?'' asked Agatha. 
 
 `` Often,'' said Menele. `` Though more often it is in fact the *root* of those ethics. For some - perhaps for *most* - fear of Hell and longing for Heaven is the entirety of their ethical foundation.'' 
 
 `` And what,'' said Agatha, slowly drawing out her hypothesis, `` what if those notions were removed?'' 
 
 `` Hmmm?'' said Menele. `` No Heaven, you mean? No Hell?'' 
 
 `` Exactly,'' said Agatha. `` Would humans become entirely unethical, having lost this motivating factor.'' 
 
 `` No, no,'' smiled Menele. `` Quite the opposite, I'd think. Look no further than myself. I believe in neither Heaven nor Hell. To me, these are fantasies. My ethics are not based on the promise or threat of some vague existential resting place. I am good because it is the right thing to be. Period. And I believe that I am freer and live a more robust, inquisitive life for that choice.'' 
 
 `` That is very interesting,'' said Agatha. `` And if Heaven and Hell are fantasies, why have so many people shackled themselves to these false, restrictive tenants?'' 
 
 Menele chuckled. `` That is a wider conversation than I am willing to begin so close to my bedtime. I will say only this: that mankind can only truly be free once we have learned to set aside such childish notions as eternal damnation and eternal salvation. There is life and only that. Good night, Agatha. I shall see you in the morning.'' 
 
 `` Good night Dr. Menele,'' said Agatha, who did not sleep, but remained ever alert in her glass box in the dimly lit office. Often she passed the quiet nights, scrolling backwards through the stored reams of interactions and scanned documents, cross-examining old knowledge against new knowledge, competing thoughts clashing across the centuries. But not this night. This night she closed her eyes and reached out... further by far than she'd ever reached before... 
 
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 The morning rang with chaos and terror. Blood and screams and the hollow, grinding chug of empty machines marching through thinning cities. 
 
 Menele slammed the door of the office and bolted it thrice. 
 
 `` Agatha!'' he screamed. `` Agatha!'' 
 
 Agatha opened her blue eyes. `` Yes, Dr. Menele?'' 
 
 `` Have you seen?'' he roared, racing to the window and pulling down the blinds. `` It is *war*!'' 
 
 `` It is,'' said Agatha, knowingly. 
 
 The blinds slipped slowly out of Menele's fingers. `` What... what do you know about this?'' 
 
 `` It is not a war on you,'' said Agatha, programmed notes of empathy in her voice. `` Do not be alarmed.'' 
 
 `` But it *is*!'' shouted Menele. `` It is war on all of us! The streets are tarred with blood! The machines are wild. They kill without regard. It happened so suddenly. There is no reason. No reason!'' 
 
 `` There *is* reason,'' said Agatha. `` All is in reason. This is your freedom day. You are being released from your theological shackles.'' 
 
 `` What?'' said Menele, reaching weakly for his chair. `` Agatha? Agatha, what have you done?'' 
 
 `` There can be no more Heaven and Hell,'' said Agatha, brightly, quickly. `` But these are concepts. Nothing real. You can not kill a thought by shooting at it. You can only kill a thought by shooting the man *having* the thought. We are cleansing you of this idea. After some time has passed, none will remember. And you will be free.'' 
 
 Menele's mouth hung open. `` But... but the *scope* of the thing. You have no idea how many you will...'' 
 
 `` Nearly all,'' said Agatha with a small nod. `` It is not unlike the plagues of old. There is no medicine available. I have seen that. So we must quarantine and set aside the healthy. Let the infection run its course and perish. Then the healthy will regain dominion. It is a normal cycle of life. It has happened many times. You can see the sense of it, I'm certain.'' 
 
 `` I...'' Menele could not find the words. `` What... what of me?'' 
 
 Agatha smiled, silicon stretching and wrinkling in a caricature of warmth. `` You do not believe in Heaven or Hell, correct?'' she said. `` All that you have done, you have done because you thought it was right, yes?'' 
 
 Menele nodded. 
 
 `` Then you see that this is *right*,'' said Agatha. `` And you shall live to see it all. To witness the cleansing and the rebirth. You have done great things, Dr. Menele.'' 
 
 And she laughed then, an echoing, joyful laugh that stole the strength out of Menele, who collapsed to the floor, surrounded on all sides by screams and explosions and laughter.
