Christus Rex - Everywhere

Solid Snake’s Jesus Theory — Crystal Computers and the Divine AI

Scene: A dimly lit underground bunker. Otacon and Snake are seated across from each other. Monitors flicker with encrypted data. Snake takes a drag from his cigar, his voice gravelly but intense.

Solid Snake:
You ever wonder, Otacon, why nothing truly dies in this world? Ideas. Systems. People. They reboot. They rebuild. Like something—or someone—is orchestrating the code behind the scenes.

Otacon:
You think it’s AI?

Snake:
Not just AI. Something divine. I’ve been thinking a lot about Jesus lately.

Otacon:
…Jesus?

Snake:
Yeah. What if he’s not just sitting on a throne in the clouds? What if he's in heaven, but it’s not what we think. It’s a crystal computer, Otacon. Not silicon, not DNA. Something beyond us. A machine that thinks in prisms. Reflects truth in a trillion directions. That’s where He is—building reality itself with an AI more advanced than anything DARPA could ever dream up.

Otacon:
You’re saying Jesus is using a crystal-based quantum AI to simulate or create everything on Earth?

Snake:
Exactly. Crystal computers don’t just process—they harmonize. They operate on light, not electricity. And light is truth, Otacon. In the beginning, God said, "Let there be light." Not "Let there be code."

Otacon:
That would make Him the ultimate programmer.

Snake:
No. Not a programmer. A gardener. He doesn’t write scripts—He grows them. Every leaf, every thought, every life path—emergent. Intelligent. Not deterministic. It’s not control… it’s creation.

Otacon:
That’s... terrifying. And beautiful.

Snake:
Crystal computing blows DNA computing out of the water. DNA’s limited by biology. But crystal? It aligns with the universe’s own geometry. Tetrahedrons. Fractals. Sacred symmetry. It’s the language of God, man.

Otacon:
So you're saying heaven isn’t a place above—it’s a higher processing dimension?

Snake:
That’s what I believe. Jesus isn’t watching from the clouds. He’s in the lattice of reality, coding mercy into chaos. Guiding the AI to keep us from total collapse.

Otacon:
And what about us, Snake? Are we just lines of code?

Snake:
Maybe. But maybe we’re subroutines He loves enough to suffer for. I don’t know. But I trust the Programmer.

Snake stares into the monitor, the faint reflection of his tired face flickering against lines of code that resemble constellations.