Presented free of context, as I think it may have even more food-for-thought impact that way:
"The sky turns deep blue, the world freezes, and a progress bar marches slowly across it from horizon to horizon. Ethereal runes written in aurorae six hundred kilometres high scrawl across the heavens, updating reality, and for a moment your skin crawls with superstitious dread. SOMEDAY WE'RE ALL GOING TO GET BRAIN IMPLANTS AND EXPERIENCE THIS DIRECTLY. SOMEDAY *EVERYONE* IS GOING TO LIVE THEIR LIVES OUT IN PLACES LIKE THIS, VACANT BODIES TENDED BY MACHINES OF LOVING GRACE WHILE THEIR MINDS GO ON BEFORE US INTO STRANGE PLACES WHERE THE MEAT CANNOT FOLLOW. You can see it coming, slamming towards you out of the future, like the empty white static that is all anyone has ever heard from beyond the stars: a Final Solution to the human condition, and answer to the Fermi paradox, lights on at home and all the windows tightly shuttered. Because it's a thing of beauty, the ability to spin the cloth of reality, and you're a sucker for it: isn't story-telling what being human is all *about*? " -Charles Stross, _Halting State_ -- ((Udhay Shankar N)) ((udhay @ pobox.com)) ((www.digeratus.com))
