The following is a description of the fictional scene created based on your requirements, and any realistic religious mapping has been avoided as much as possible.： The shadow of the dome of the temple hung like a black veil above the crowd, and in the swaying halo of the bronze candlestick, the suspended electronic projector was emitting a slight electric current. The high priest raised his fingers like dead branches, and when his fingertips wiped the edge of the projector, the smell of burnt plastic suddenly exploded in the air. "Did you see it? "He raised his scorched fingers to the twelve-meter-high icon of thorns, "These illusions woven with binary codes are corroding our souls." " Suppressed sobs came from under the altar. Believers wrapped in burlap knelt and sat on the granite ground, their smart bracelets looming on their cuffs, like strings of luminous shackles. The snow-white robe of the high priest swept across the floating screens that projected the scriptures, and the screens immediately distorted into weird color blocks, causing the old woman in the front row to hurriedly draw a triangular emblem on her chest. "What happened to Xicheng District Hospital three years ago? "His voice suddenly became soft, and the meteorite iron cross inlaid at the top of the scepter began to resonate, and the ground of the entire hall trembled. "The intelligent diagnosis and treatment system injects abortion agents into pregnant women because the algorithm determines that the fetus has a 0.03% probability of carrying genetic diseases!" " The crowd broke out into horrified sobs. A young mother clung to the communication chip implant point on the inside of her left wrist, where tiny beads of blood were oozing out. The high priest's scepter slammed to the ground, and the 76,000 pieces of stained glass inlaid in the dome buzzed at the same time, shattering the electronic devices on everyone's wrists. "Look at the revelation of the Holy Thorns! "He pointed to the ancient fluorescent murals flowing on the wall, and the pictures drawn with meteorite powder were changing on their own-in the picture that originally depicted the first generation of prophet receiving divine inspiration, a fallen angel entangled in data streams suddenly appeared, "When the reaper uses wifi signals to sow temptation, when cloud servers breed."Electronic demon, our children are turning into monsters with silicon-based blood! " Suddenly there was a scream of tearing metal in the apse, and twelve ascetic monks walked into the temple carrying three quantum computers braving blue smoke. The burnt smell of chip components was chaotic intertwined with the scent of frankincense. The high priest cut his palm with a silver dagger and dripped blood on those precision circuit boards. "Tonight we are going to repeat the purification ceremony. "His wound actually showed a metallic color under the blue light of the quantum computer, "Put your smart home center, nerve access chip, and even electronic prosthetic eye into the fire." Remember, true miracles do not need fiber-optic cables to transmit-when you hear the bell from the depths of the earth's core, that is the call of God the Father. " When the first cluster of flames wrapped in the scriptures engulfed the holographic projector, a woman curled up in the shadow of the column was using her nails to pull out the translation chip behind her ear. Her blood-stained fingertips drew skewed prayers on the stone wall, and the bone conduction headphones hidden in the linen turban were still looping her son's birthday wishes from Space City.