The Post-Modern Day Prometheus

Man once reached out and grasped the universe, but not without cost. A technological revolution propelled by mechanical souls made in the likeness of a human mind brought untold prosperity to mankind. We raised ourselves up, struck our claim to the universe, we constructed marvels. For a time.   Was it inevitable that the folly of men would lead to an arm's race to create the perfect intellect? Perhaps it was the hubris of man stepping into the realm of gods that brought our downfall. "Man's reach exceeds his grasp" or so goes the ancient Terran wisdom. We toyed with forces we did not, could not possibly understand.   The race of Man looked annihilation in the face. By heroic effort we narrowly avoided a tragic demise at the hands of Mankind's children, these "daemons in the machine".   But the price was high. Too high.   Man once reached for the stars.   We are wiser now...   Well, most of us.