The machine is the great unknown of thought. If this seems strange, because it is encountered everywhere as a metaphor, take a look at our image of God: one after another, he has been redefined by culture as a theatrical event, a watchmaker, and finally a programmer. What is the philosophical nerve of the machine, this great unknown of thought? Starting from the riddle of 'deus ex machina,' the reader is confronted with 'thinking without a thinker' in short, concise sections. Beyond historical excursions, Martin Burckhardt guides the reader into the present, highlighting the slow yet inevitable retreat of philosophy alongside the simultaneous explosion of machine intelligences. The machine is no longer a technical gadget; it has long since become a spiritual entity. It is the unconscious of philosophy.