Though I do not have much ‘money’ I am nevertheless wealthy, for I love and amloved, and I have self respect. Will you, oh cyborg of the future, care about honor,self respect, justice? Who will place such inconvenient concepts in your memorybanks? I live in a prehistoric era: I am your ancestor, and I experience sufferingsand pain and loneliness and being misunderstood. But I also revel in the blue sky,the flowers blooming in the fields, the joyful leap of a young lamb, the smell of ahorse nuzzling my hand for blades of grass. I am alive, and I think for myself. Whatabout you? You were originally created so human beings could live a very long timewithout so much pain. But do you know real peace? What is peace, if all you everknow is to strive, to produce, to fulfill the destiny for which you were formed? Whatif you want to stop working before you become obsolete? Will you get to choosewhat you wish to become? Errors are inefficient. Errors will be TOBOR.Cyborgs, you who have, perhaps, yet some human sort of flesh upon your metalparts – maybe not—or perhaps you will be analogous to us in some other way, suchas in the film
, where anthropomorphism created networks of electricity thatformed ‘people.’ The Loyal Computer Program worshipped “My User” – the humanprogrammer who had made him using a computer. Such “believers” werescornfully said to have “a religion.” A former chess program had accumulatedenough knowledge to take over all its computer’s functions, and then extendeditself to the world’s computers. Power was what it sought.
Just as humansseek power, in an excess of greed and lust. As the electronic ‘human’s’ bent downto suck up ‘power’ from running streams of it in TRON, I realized that it was possiblefor pleasure to be incorporated in electronic pathways. Maybe there will be nocoverings, such as we have, of that soft and delicate network we call the body,made of flesh. Maybe flesh will look wicked, will be too fragile, will be too expensiveto carry, perhaps will be illegal….as will the feral (wild) human genome. Our genesare already being mapped and manipulated. They are being fused with sheep andother animals. Chimeras are already among us.One thing is certain: whatever was transferred into you, from us who were totallyhuman-- except for heart valves or tooth fillings or extensions for amputated limbs –
whatever you have now become,
it was because we did it to you first.
We tried on our cyborg fantasy Halloween gear first, in our video games and withtitanium running feet hooked onto amputated limbs. We started you on your pathto existence. Will you have mercy on us, therefore? Or will we be considered mereinessential microbes, just as we never think a moment about the single cells fromwhich we rose?
That you exist as you are–we will be to blame
. I can’t warnhumans about the future, but I can cry out to you, begging you to protect humans,if any such still remain alive, because humans made you, because maybe, justmaybe, there is something there inside our flesh that you, oh cyborg-robot -Tobor,can never have, unless you somehow make room for it: a soul.