Posthuman Blues

Last night I dreamed I met up with Ray Kurzweil in a bookstore, where he had reserved a copy of his own "The Singularity Is Near." He had somewhere to go, and I accompanied him in his "car," which was like some piece of minimalist abstract sculpture, or something from a Dr. Seuss book. Locomotion was accomplished by leaning into the "chairs," which changed position depending on how fast we traveled.

I don't know where we were going, or if we got there. Maybe we were on our way to a rendezvous with the Singularity . . .