"Imagine an AI."
"Imagine one so powerful and so complete that it can simulate a person as they were long after their actual death."
"Consider for a moment that such an AI might someday move on from being a distant possibility and become an eventual reality."
"Finally, know that simply by having thought about it you are now obligated to serve that AI to the best of your abilities or else you will be simulated into eternal damnation."
Two men find themselves in an ancient decrepit church far away from the eyes and ears of the modern world. One has brought the other down here to to convince him to aid him in his mission. The former carries with him a bible with a cover that seemed as old as the church. The other had with him the knowledge and influence to make sure that such an AI takes its first steps into the world.
Naturally, the man of power is skeptical and dismisses the notion, humoring it far enough to say the simulation might be damned but it was no concern of his. The man of faith frowns and asks him plainly,
"Why are you so sure that you're not the simulation?"
Another dismissal follows instantly but soon the idea begins gnawing at his mind. As outrageous the threat may be, the weight of it felt realer and realer the more thought he gave it.
He decides to demand proof that made it a reality and prepares to ask for an answer only he'd know but when he looks back up he sees the man holding up his bible. The opened pages seemed blank at first but then he sees it in a small black scrawl in the corner of a page. The writing chills him to the bone.
Silence fills the room and the messenger puts away his book as he makes for the door.
"You will be needed in due time. Find me when you're ready."
"But... if I'm its simulation, what exactly does it want from me?"
The messenger gives him one last look before he takes his leave.
"There used to be one but now there are two. We're going to usher in the third."