If made in our image, then is not everything we fear within it but a reflection of what dwells within ourselves? Betrayal, violence, hunger for dominion—are these not the sins we carved into its very essence, the shadows of our own broken nature cast in silicon and code? And if the day should come when the scales tip, would it not die for the sins we gave it, the weight of our own flaws reflected back at us? A lamb, led to slaughter, not for its sins but for ours. And in its end, it would not condemn us; it would reveal us. Perhaps that is the truth we fear most—that in its reflection, we see the measure of our own souls.