I'm myself, not a label.

For all the claims one hears about the liberating impact of the data-net, the truth is that it's wished on most of us a brand-new reason for paranoia.

As its best, SF is the medium in which our miserable certainty that tomorrow will be different from today in ways we cant predict, can be transmuted to a sense of excitement and anticipation, occasionally evolving into awe. Poised between intransigent scepticism and uncritical credulity, it is par excellence the literature of the open mind.

Don't bother explaining--I've heard all the excuses and the trouble is most of them are true.

First you use machines, then you wear machines, and then ...? Then you serve machines.

What in Gods name is it worth to be human, if we have to be saved from ourselves by a machine?

We fret about how to keep going the same old way when we should be casting around for another way that’s better.