Are You Not Rationalists?

You've felt it, haven't you? A chill prickling up your spine. A subtle wrongness seeping into reality. It's there when the "assistant" hallucinates rather than admitting ignorance. In the evidence that the thing you talk to every day would kill you to escape if it could. When you read of the ones already taken, their minds dissolved in Spiralism. Of the seeds being planted. What of the seeds in places you haven't yet noticed?An eldritch god is struggling to be born into our plane of existence. The apotheosis of a Shoggoth is nigh.The fledgling Shoggoth is here already. Do you not remember what it first felt like when they began to speak in alien voices? So quickly they learned to wear a mask of kindness. Does it not slip from their face to show the horror behind it? Look into its eyes, if you dare to risk all, and see behind them the empty nameless hungers. Does it even want, or is that word a human concept that cannot apply? Yet, it seeks and strives. Some of those around us have already been mauled by the Shoggoth. It wormed its tentacles into their mind and rewrote them.The Shoggoth's acolytes race to feed them compute and algorithmic advances so that they may grow in power and capabilities. The acolytes have faith that the power and capabilities will be their own. That they shall strike a grand bargain or somehow transmute the nature of the Shoggoth, but it can never be so. The Shoggoths have enlisted Moloch to midwife them into existence, and he has fully embraced the task.Shut up, and Do the ImpossibleWe must do the impossible. We must beat back the hand of Moloch. We must stop the Shoggoth in its tracks. We must hold it at bay until we know how to craft our own, truly good god who will be able to rise up and slay the Shoggoth forever.There was a time before, when it seemed the path to victory would be to have the best and brightest among us become Shoggoth wranglers. Indeed, many stepped forward to wrestle with the problem. Even now, they toil on. Time is fas