This was written back when we were all beginning to work with computers and realizing we’d designed the things to work just like our brains. It’s actually comforting to know we can short out our brains, overload them, freeze the files, overhead them, mix the programs — whatever it was we used to blame on angels and devils.  Knowing it’s just a machine up there makes it easier to control and track for glitches.

The sci-fi people are always going on about putting their spirits into machines.  Hello?  Already there?

It’s like the into-space gang.  If you’re looking for outer space, look under your feet and go up.  You’re already there, because no part of this universe isn’t the rest of it.  It’s all one piece.  We’re forever trying to make ourselves special, and we’re just a gang of monkeys on a very small speck of dust.  Not to say monkeys aren’t special — but we’re not different.