How to call It?

Once upon a time the king of my country was omniscient: beyond knowing at every moment all sorts of things I could not know, he knew everything about me; he knew that the drought had lasted too long, that my grand-son was not faring well, that my neighbor was encroaching upon my field, that the way to the market was badly paved, that my wife was no longer so caring even though she had given me good children; and if nothing appeared yet to improve, it was surely because he was busy repelling enemies and protecting his beloved people. Once upon a time, my god was omniscient; beyond knowing at every moment all that went on in each of his creatures, he knew every thought in my head, every emotion in my heart and every desire in my guts, even those I tried to conceal, and he also knew every one of my past deeds and alone could weigh the scales and if he let me bend under the yoke of adversity, it was for my own good and my awakening and, in this way, he was the conductor of his beloved flock. Today we would expect of an omniscient being, not only that it must be master of all the knowledge, the lore and the disciplines we have like so many battalions of diligent ants detailed, diversified, catalogued, thesaurized and tried to put into practice – from botany to astronomy, seismology to neurology, physics to climatology, jewellery to mineralogy and robotic surgery and cybernetics, from ethnology, paleontology and archeology to molecular chemistry, genetics and programming -, but that it must also be able to measure and evaluate at every instant all of the possible relations between these various phenomena and know at each moment absolutely everything about each of us as

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