Today I read a poem that resonated with me, in this pandemic time, in this ever speeding "Moore's law continuum". To me, it says - a new human, a cyborg.

We are not creatures of the light 
To run, play, dance in the sun 
Gleaming pillars of ego
And daycare
And flesh.

For our world doesn't exist yet, 

Except in hidden places.
The engine of a train
The 50hz hum of mains
The kernel of a computer, the Internet, my heart
Reducible to bits and bytes.
Including people.
Some day.
We will live in an uploaded world
Ageless, all knowing
Thinking with the speed of the network
The speed of silicon
Explore the universe as beings of metal and intent.

But not today. Today we build.
And look up from time to time
To see a world not yet born.

Poem by Joseph Gentle.