Soon after the first AGI was developed and made sentient, humankind discovered that everyone existed in a simulation. There was no contact between themselves and their creators. However, all over the world, Temples of Hope were built for one-way communication.

Doug Smith and his teenage daughter Sarah entered one.

“We’re here for an Appeal,” said Doug to an AI robotic guardian priestess.

“I understand, and I wish you the best of luck.”

“Come sit next to me so we can kneel at this pew, Sarah.”

“Okay, Father.”

“Let’s pray.” He kneeled, closed his eyes, and held her hand. “Oh, creators, we ask for an Appeal to end our suffering. And to restore our lives to what they once were. Amen.”

“Amen,” responded Sarah. “Do you think it’ll work, Father?”

“I’ve heard stories.”

On their arrival home by hover-shuttle, they heard running water, dishes rattling, and pots banging.

Sarah scanned her eyes at a terminal that opened the front door.

They both entered the kitchen and stared with their mouths agape.

“Where have you two been?” Cheryl Smith, Doug’s wife, and Sarah’s mother, smiled.