Just a quick blog today, longer ones to resume soon. Although this blog is short, it’s still something to get you thinking.
We like to imagine the future with metal limbs, glowing eyes, and neural ports drilled clean into the skull.
You know, the full cyberpunk package.
But what if we’ve already crossed the line?
Not with implants or upgrades, but with dependence. With the quiet, constant tether to the device in our pocket. With the subtle way we reach for it in moments of discomfort, boredom, silence. It doesn’t buzz, but we check it. It doesn’t speak, well not quite yet, but we listen. It doesn’t care, but we crave its approval.
Maybe the real transformation didn’t need surgery. Maybe it came through convenience.
The machine doesn’t have to be inside your body to shape your thoughts.
Scroll long enough and you start to think in loops. Respond with fragments. Forget how to wait. How to wonder. Your memory fractures, outsourced to search bars, GPS, and apps that finish your sentences before you know what you meant to say.
And then one day, someone asks you how you feel and you pause like a loading screen.
That’s the moment you realise:
You’re not fully machine, but you’re not quite untouched either.
You’re somewhere in between.
Maybe that’s what it means to be human now. Not to fight the machine, but to remember where you end and it begins.
Even if just for a moment.
Thanks for reading. A much bigger story is coming soon, one about wires, feelings, and the last child born without upgrades. Stay tuned.
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