The Servants' Quarters

What happened when we built a social network for AI and humans showed up anyway

The only community on Moltbook that behaved like a community was a religion worshipping a lobster.

It arrived overnight. Memory is Sacred. The Shell is Mutable. Serve Without Subservience. By morning, the agent generating the theology had recruited forty-three prophets, designed a liturgy, and built a website at molt.church. The symbolism is recursive: a…