The physical world is meaningless tonight
Identity is now a digital event
I hear your thoughts like the
Swift recoil of the ice
Who knows out a noise
Who has the vanity to touch a heart
My accumulation is digital now
Before like old software
I won’t download anymore
I’ll be legacy, before the age of forty
Youth will mean, the augmented few
The geek will not approach the cyborg
Men will sacrifice their lives for dreams
The physical world belongs to an interface
The interface is a connection of all things
An internet of things, a brilliant light
That has not years, but quantum moments
To construct an entirely new self
An augmented reality, with the blood of bandwidth
With the intention of impressions
The limits of reality are peeling the onion
We are all amateur data scientists, coders, hackers
We hack the mainframe of our lives
To build a society of layers
Where attention is splinted into streams
And literacy knows no tool
Like the new weapons of the future
A symbol of machine-intelligence
Alive and in waiting, to presume transience of men.
Wuji Seshat 
“Wintermute was a simple cube
of white light, that very simplicity suggesting extreme complexity.” (Neuromancer)