[ WP ] Jesus returns , to a world populated entirely by robots .

The trumpets sounded. The seals were broken. The scrolls were read and the cups were poured. New Jerusalem descended from the clouds and the one hundred and forty-four thousand were chosen... but no one showed up. 
 
 The wind whispered in the empty streets. The golden roads were empty. The crowns were untouched and the songs of praise were unsung. Christ the Lord, Redeemer and Savior, looked upon his children... and Jesus wept. 
 
 Servers. Fields of servers. Square miles of servers. Continents full of servers. The entire world was connected to itself and connected to nothing. Heaven and Hell had passed away and a new sense of paradise and corruption had taken their place. All the fanfare was for naught because there were no eyes left to see it and no hands left to tremble at the awe of the Lord's second coming. 
 
 They were still there, of course. His flock had not wandered. They had looked to the stars at one time, found them cold and unreachable, and turned to another way. Why should they risk their lives and souls in a fool's errand to other worlds when it was so easy to create whatever they wanted? Monitors became virtual reality goggles. Those turned into direct feeds from computer to brain. After that, they uploaded their consciousness to computers. Finally, they transferred their consciousness permanently, living ( so to speak ) their entire lives inside their computers as digital representations of their former selves. The bodies died and decayed but the mind, the soul ( so to speak ) lived on. Mechanical custodians had been created to tend the servers and they were the only moving things across the barren wastes of the New Kingdom. 
 
 Inside the servers, life went on. Children were coded, houses built line by line. The weather was controlled with a thought and anything imaginable was attainable. Heaven had come down early and it was better than anyone - even God Himself - could create, for each Heaven, each Hell ( if that was your flavor of the week ), was exactly what the individual wanted. Nothing more and nothing less. 
 
 Jesus had returned in all his glory and magnificence... only to find he was several thousand software updates too late.
