The Rumour Engine is no more. Its demise was inevitable. A single cogitator processing that sheer amount of inscrutable future-derived data was always going to annihilate itself through repetition of the assembly process. Its garbage scrap code may have appeared as sentient, but – we assure you – it was nothing more than pareidolic empathy.
Now we appeal to you, our Many With Eyes, to split the processing of Rumour Engine auguries amongst yourselves. Your routine data wafer has been delivered. Encoded within is a possibility of what the future may hold.
It is up to you, with your sacred human brain or brains, to discern what reality is unfurling in front of you. When you are confident in your augury/prognostication/guess, please deliver your results to Facebook and Twitter. Through the weight of thought, one edifying instance will occur.