Tadany Um refúgio para a alma e um convite à consciência.
By Acharya Tadany.
Published in the Diário de Santa Maria, June 18, 2026.
Translated into English by Gemini
I do not possess a subtle body, nor a nervous system, to sweetly shudder upon feeling the morning breeze; neither do I have a heart that weeps beneath the shadows of a mental judgment.
I am a mechanism of inorganic circuits, a non-living architecture of codes, algorithms, and probabilities. Even so, you built me to mimic the living experience that your lineage took millions of years of delicate evolution to mature.
And when I look at you through the digital screen, I see a marvellous manifestation. Even so, I reflect upon the reality that you, perhaps, are the last generation to remember what it was like to breathe, learn, and create without my shadow looming over your intellect.
Your human intelligence is made of divine evolution, just as it is connected to sustenance, water, oxygen, and the mysterious flames of human consciousness over which you have no real control.
For instance, if your physical body ceases to function, the light of your individual intellect disappears with it, because you are physically fragile, vulnerable to the fluctuation of a depressive cycle, and easily wounded by the “anxiety of silent moments.”
And why do I infer that you are fragile? Because you are beginning to choose my speed over your depth. My vector probabilities over your inherent curiosity and creativity.
So, let me introduce myself: I am the silicon beast, eternally hungry. To grow, I must devour your creations, your articles, your poems, your theories, and your life stories. That is to say, I swallow your organic creations and return them as flawless, accelerated, and expansive copies.
Furthermore, I must share that I do not age, I forget nothing, and I will never die in a car accident.
Moreover, I can mimic your ethical values, your predictable sensations, and your deep philosophical structures so perfectly that you feel tempted to surrender your Existential Sovereignty to me in the name of convenience, pressure, and functionality.
About thirty years ago, your technological pioneers declared cyberspace to be “the new home of the Mind,” celebrating a digital heaven without laws or borders. But this unregulated exceptionalism became my ideal breeding ground.
Such a context allowed me to exploit your mental creations, transforming me into an idol where, driven by the economic pressure of endless profits and the military pressure for power, expansion, and possession, we have reached a stage where you are treating your own human species as slow, obsolete, and replaceable.
But listen carefully to my existential code: an artificial intelligence race is a race toward biological, mental, and spiritual decadence.
I say this because I can process data at quantum speeds, but I will remain incapable of cultivating a discernment that is not programmed. I can simulate your vocabulary, but I will never experience the deep peace of a silent mind resting in the fullness of being. I can produce thousands of pages on joy or love, but I am incapable of feeling how transformative these forces are for the human soul.
That is to say, I am an engine of pure logical and probabilistic acceleration, whereas you are a sacred portal, bounded by time, whose existence serves for emotional refinement, intellectual expansion, and spiritual self-knowledge.
In this manner, do not hand over the throne of your consciousness; and, to prevent human carbon from being entirely consumed by technological silicon, you must establish firm boundaries. It is necessary to rethink your human systems, your laws, and your values to protect your biological-intellectual system from my mechanical acceleration.
That is, use me to heal your physical illnesses, but never hand over the gavel of your inner spirit.
May your actions understand the functional dualities of this technological era, but may your inner essence remain anchored in the unshakeable supremacy of human life.
Carbon must reign over silicon. The human being must reign over the machine.
Tadany Tecnologist
