So we're actually Jurassic Park, aren't we? What we call a smart phone is in their heads, and with a thought they have an answer to any question they could ask. Everything nature knows.
I'd also guess in such a place I'd be obsolete, though even those demigods of the future would themselves have an expiration date. Does the tower have a top? Maybe, yet I don't think it would know it even if-
Wait? Hmm? Are you telling me I'm crazy? Oh dear.
How close the two, hate and fear.
Just wait here and watch the dust fall in the slant of a sunbeam. Hypnotic. It is. It really is, you know, and beautiful too. Babel is overrated. If only I believed a nine could solve my problems.