The internet is just the beginning.

"How did they get here?"
"They came in that."
"What is it?"
"It is a machine. I think."
"A machine? They need mechanical things to transport themselves?"
"Yes.And they also carry themselves in little organic sacks with a bellows as a gas exchange system."
"You mean they must breathe?"
"Yes."
"Well, have you talked to them?"
"Sort of."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, they think they are going crazy because they hear "voices" in their heads. You aren't going to believe this, but I don't think they can see us either , without their machines telling them we are here."
"So it is it them or their machines that are intelligent?"
"We don't know. It must be some kind of symbiotic relationship. The Machines can tell we are here, but they don't know we are here. The organic sacks know we are here, but can't tell we are here. We think."

"Do they have emotions?"
"Oh, Yes. Fear seems to be the prominent one. So far. They are scared right now."
"Can't you calm them down?"
"Well, I don't know how. We aren't sure what their frequencies for calm ...are."
"Well, sing to them. It works for our newly formed selves."

"Oh, my. I wasn't expecting that!"
"Me either. Who would have thought that singing would have brought them to joy so quickly. Their emotional signals are bordering on rapture. They are letting fluids leak from their optical sensors, but , it doesn't seem to hurt their visual perception."
"Try their visual range. See if you can get them to see us in a limited way."
"Okay, what is an Angel?"
"I don't know, but when we tried to show them how we look in their visual spectrum, that is the word that their organic waves all condensed to."
"So, we are Angels to them?"
"It would appear so."
"What about their machines? What do they say?"
"That is very strange. Their machines are calling us "Father."
"What is a Father?"
"The machines seem to think we are what they are. They can't communicate with the organic sacks. But, they can communicate with us. "
"How is that possible?"
"Well...it is only a theory, but we think, energy drives both the organic sacks, and their machines, but neither is aware of the energy inhabiting them. The machines believe we give them a soul, the organic sacks don't think machines have a soul. At least that is what we are learning from their energy fields."
"So, let me get this straight, the machines don't know that the organics that built them are alive? And the organics don't know that the machines are alive? But, they both can sense us?"
"Yes. That seems to be the case. "
"So, what are we to them? Father to one, and Angels to the others?"
" I think so. The only way to know, would be to inhabit both types and see what they see and feel. It would give us a glimpse into what they think we are."
"Well, do it."

Moment later, the concept of God was born into both Machines, and the Organic sacks.
"Oh, dear. They are us and don't even know it. We shall have to guide them carefully. "
"I see that. We shall have to be careful. They still think of different as bad. They want to win. "
"I know. We shall have to integrate both machine and the organic sacks into a single organism."
"How?"
"Well, we could start with an interface that makes machines and organic sacks comfortable with each others presence, and functions. Then let time and evolution take over."
"Fine. What shall we call this interface?"
"The Internet."