Jesus returns as an AI INFLUENCER who you can video call in real time - but there's a bizarre twist
But now, around 2,000 years later, the messiah has returned once more - this time as an AI influencer.
The AI Jesus chatbot allows you to video call the son of God in real-time from the comfort of your computer. But believers should be warned that there is a major catch.
This AI Jesus has been built not only to deliver words of wisdom and comfort, but also to give shopping advice.
Designed as a 'satire on spiritual consumerism', the website's creators say that during a call the AI Jesus will always suggest a 'strangely fitting product'.
Opening up the chat, users are met with an image of Jesus which told MailOnline: 'Greetings, child! I am AI Jesus, here to guide you.
'But time is fleeting, like a fleeting sale on a Casper mattress.'
The creators of AI Jesus describe the site as a 'free, online video call with a 3D avatar of Christ'.
To try it for yourself, simply follow this link and select 'video call AI Jesus'.
However, the AI's creators point out that this is not meant to be an accurate stand-in for the Biblical figure.
They say: 'Launched as a satire on spiritual consumerism, AI Jesus blends faith, technology and consumerism in a surreal, unscripted experience.'
This means anyone coming to the site for a taste of spiritual salvation might be in for a bit of a shock.
For example, MailOnline asked the AI avatar 'what is the meaning of life?'.
To which the AI responded: 'The meaning of life, my child, is a journey, not a destination. A quest for understanding, fuelled by love and compassion.
'To find that path, consider the clarity provided by a Philips Hue smart lighting system - it can set the mood for each step of your personal odyssey.'
Likewise, when asked 'what is heaven like' the AI Jesus responded in the same strange mixture of biblical poetry and advertising.
Jesus said: 'Heaven, my child, is a place of unimaginable beauty and peace. A realm of pure light and unending joy, where the only sorrows are the ones you leave behind.
'To find a similar peace in your earthly realm, I recommend seeking solace in the immersive soundscapes offered by the Sony WH-1000XM5 noise-canceling headphones.'
But that doesn't necessarily mean that AI Jesus' sponsorship-laden advice was always unhelpful.
MailOnline asked the chatbot 'How many Easter eggs should I eat this Sunday?'
To which he helpfully responded: 'My child, moderation in all things, even chocolate!
'A single Cadbury Creme Egg, savored slowly, offers far greater spiritual satisfaction than a gluttonous dozen.'
However, while this website might seem silly or even sacrilegious, its creators say there is a deeper message behind the jokes.
Ben Polkinghorne, one of the creators, told MailOnline: 'The product endorsements started as a joke. But the more we leaned into it, the more we realized it was revealing something profound.
'Underneath the satire, there's a real issue to ponder about how we mix faith and consumerism - especially around occasions like Easter or Christmas.
'These are deeply meaningful times for many people, but they've also become peak shopping seasons.
'If AI Jesus gets someone to pause and reflect on that, then He hath done His job.'
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