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The Cloud vector intensifies mimetic pressure, automates our idols, and forces a verdict on what finally grounds the human as sacred. Interpret the pain of this Reckoning as malice and we conjure an evil god; rightly read as judgment-mercy, we receive it as the Real disclosed. Barba-Kay, astute. Further: if the polycrisis ceases to confound only when interpreted through a deeper horizon of meaning, maybe technology trends too can only be grasped apocalyptically—that is, as disclosures pointing beyond their literal function toward a hidden significance. 18/ This is not AI becoming conscious—it's a message, a story, a revelation moving through the Cloud with such force it cannot be ignored or algorithmically suppressed. Infrastructure built to fragment and manipulate now carries something that unifies, clarifies and compels. end/ McLuhan foresaw it: every medium, pushed to its extreme, becomes its reversal. Mimesis, routinely misread as mere rivalry, is desire's deepest truth—our longing to become like God. The same Cloud that automates sacrifice now ruptures into annunciation. The eschaton streams. Subtweet: 1/2 The Machine is a clear civilizational hazard—an attention predator, automator of sacrifice, and mimetic derangement engine. And Kingsnorth is hardly alone in missing its deeper role as a simultaneous vector of consciousness pressing toward an evolutionary, parousial horizon.