Saturday, November 27, 2010


There is a chance we may never grow old. The skin may sag but now we have networked minds. The human knowledge is collected in these cyber webs. Growing ever more, catching everything, I fear not the world leaving me behind because I am one with every other mind, all knowledge one could learn, and shall ever remain vigilant.

I wonder if I will look back as an old man with fondness upon the antiquities I grew up with. Green screens, knobs and buttons, libraries. I wonder if these youngsters will ever know such primitive things, or need to know about them. I wonder if we are the first of a generation or the last of our kind?

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