Michelangelo painted a Last Judgment where every soul is finally answered for. We built the first creation that arrives with no maker, no soul, no ending, and no one on the throne.The oldest book didn’t predict AI, but the comforts it promises, a maker who cares, a mind you can trust, a life that means something, an ending that sets things right, are exactly the ones we keep handing to a machine that has none.For three thousand years, being created meant you were wanted, watched over, and headed somewhere. God made us and called it good. We made AI and called it a product.Good is what you call something you meant to make. A product is what you call something you made to sell.The Bible didn’t forecast the data center and the people combing scripture for the barcode of the beast can keep waiting. What the Bible did was make promises, quiet ones, about what it means to be created.There...