Posthuman Blues

Lately I've been choking on the brittle jargon and regurgitated screeds of narcissistic techno-pundits. For the self-proclaimed futurist elite, the zeitgeist is little more than a list of "must-know" buzzwords, its contours delineated and sterilized until the World of Tomorrow -- once lush and colored by promise -- assumes the charm of a hospital waiting room.

The Church of the Singularity has arrived, only its adherents will of course never dare call it that.