Can the synthesis of man and machine ever be stable, or will the purely organic component become such a hindrance that it has to be discarded?

The one fact about the future of which we can be certain is that it will be utterly fantastic.

One can imagine a time when men who still inhabit organic bodies are regarded with pity by those who have passed on to an infinitely richer mode of existence, capable of throwing their consciousness or sphere of attention instantaneously to any point on land, sea, or sky where there is a suitable sensing organ. In adolescence we leave childhood behind; one day there may be a second and more portentous adolescence, when we bid farewell to the flesh.

My favorite definition of an intellectual: 'Someone who has been educated beyond his/her intelligence'.

That's one of those meaningless and unanswerable questions the mind keeps returning to endlessly, like the tongue exploring a broken tooth.

And because, in all the Galaxy, they had found nothing more precious than Mind, they encouraged its dawning everywhere. They became farmers in the fields of stars; they sowed, and sometimes they reaped. And sometimes, dispassionately, they had to weed.

I am an optimist. Anyone interested in the future has to be otherwise he would simply shoot himself.