We are imperfect. When I’m naked, I’m a sorry sight in the eyes of nature. But I dream, I imagine, I create a world in which I am everything and I can do anything. I steal identities, I metamorphose, I slither into another skin, I am invisible, I’m quick as lightning, perfect in every way. Machines have multiplied our powers, increased our precision and conquered our fatigue. We’re like machines. With this strength behind us, we’re now advancing on intelligence itself. We project ourselves into artificial intelligence. The projection distorts still further, becoming a universal screen. Anything to avoid being oneself. But in the face of a virtual identity we are naked, naked as ever. My dream is in the screen, my power is in the instrument. I have delegated my magic away.

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