Babel Rising Review – The Digital Fix

You are God. You look down from on high at pleasingly simplistic, colourful Old Testament towns in which tiny little humans live and work with your consent. You are all-powerful. A gentle gesture to one side or another with your almighty hand is all it takes to turn the globe so that you can keep an eye on things from all angles. You are all-knowing.

But what's this? What looked like an innocent temple dedicated to your greatness is fast shaping up to be a tower of an entirely different sort. Workers march in with blocks of stone, in single-minded determination building the thing higher and higher. But the heavens are reserved for you, not for the likes of these presumptuous beings of your creation. Something must be done.