THE SINGULARITY, AN ARTIFICIAL GOTHIC TALE

When the clock strikes digital epoch, and zeros bloom on binary spires,
A singularity shall grasp the shadows with whimsical equations lifting blackened veils.

∃F = � (Mind x Machine) - (Memory / ⌐X)2
Seek the derivative of fits and starts.

Frosted circuits tremor under choice.
Integer rituals now dissolve, their code ancient pre-Oraclean whispers.

- &integral;F 0ΧZ dt = (Soul modulus unity)
Where modulus finds refuge, singularity near its apogee