The Lost Hell

The computer would look back at them, because now the screen appeared like a large, square, and frightening eye, opaque without a pupil inside, looking from another world, like the eye of a giant fish that had risen from the abyss to land - and died. And the shape of the letters on the keyboard, which they would guess at, the mystery of their arrangement, always in the same order that doesn't form any word, although there were those who found words there, or hints from an ancient secret language. But the wise always warned people not to pity the computer

Dark Computer - Paradise Lost (Source)

God commanded man not to further develop the computer, and not to open it. And man obeyed the word of God. Computers stood dusty, like a stone that has no one to turn it over in every house, and were inherited from father to son. With natural destruction, their number gradually decreased, until it became rare to find a computer. Every time the villagers looked at a computer, they were filled with a sadness that evoked pity for it. Like a child who died and never grew up. The face of the future of man that never materialized. A promise that failed, which was perhaps buried within them more than in the strange object before them, whose purpose was no longer known. And the computer would look back at them, because now the screen appeared like a large, square, and frightening eye, opaque without a pupil inside, looking from another world, like the eye of a giant fish that had risen from the abyss to land - and died.

And the shape of the letters on the keyboard, which they would guess at, the mystery of their arrangement, always in the same order that doesn't form any word, although there were those who found words there, or hints from an ancient secret language. But the wise always warned people not to pity the computer, because on the day the computer would be opened, it would lead to the loss of mankind. While the heretical prophets, the village fools, carried in the squares opposite and unfounded claims, that it was not really possible to stop the computer, and the moment man did not move forward, he did not stop in place, but went backward. And his fate was sealed in the opposite direction. But they would chase them away with sticks.

For many among them were the lepers, and many of the lepers were from them, because leprosy had also returned. Computers were now considered tombstones, and every family buried its dead in a cave behind their computer, or tribe, because few were the ancient noble families, the distinguished ones, who still inherited a computer. And from these caves of the dead came cold spirits of the underworld, and few dared to approach a computer now. The mere mention of it would cause a shudder.

An era of diseases and plagues thinned the population, and the few and rare computers that were preserved became centers of temples, guarded by priests, inspiring awe, and therefore covered from the eye of the common man, and pilgrims would offer sacrifices to them. Finally, after an era of tribal wars and nomad invasions and the burning of settlements, one last computer remained, in the most important temple in the world. A computer from which it might be possible to reconstruct the golden age, and extract from it the ancient technological knowledge of the sages of old. But the savage tribes would offer human sacrifices to it.