We think we occupy a pinnacle
among the diverse hierarchies of terrene evolution; fancy ourselves
the favourites of the gods. Even our nearest simian relations are regarded
as jokes; though every second we perpetrate barbarisms and cruelties so
depraved that our pretensions to superiority are grossly pathetic. Creation
has brought us round to a wholly new destiny that we cannot escape, however.
Fancying ourselves masters of Creation's powers in our new genetic and
bionic sciences we have merely built a new and potent tool by which evolution
will catastrophically hammer us into new forms on the hard anvil of harsh
necessity. From the Industrial Revolution we enter, naked and afraid, the
far profounder and weirder and voraciously shattering Biomechanical Revolution.
Humanic and orgobionic resynthesis is
inevitable and completely inescapable. We have a biological hunger to join
with our machines. Our fiction is choked with this powerful subverted sexuality.
As a race we innately wish to take on a new form; our mythologies and
sacred works resound with spiritual and physical transmogrifications. Every
religion and race and art form takes the human concept and redefines it
by personification in the natural kingdoms of nonhuman creatures or transmorphs
it into an articulation of the divine. Our deepest essence craves the metamorphosis.
The coming age of biomechanical adaptation and controlled mutation and
unerring artificial genetic design -- the real and undeniable power of
creation-- makes all that mythology and occultism a practical approaching
reality. Yet we imagine we can regulate and canalize the next great lusty
phase of evolution upon the Earth for our utility and profit.
But what comes for us in the next few
centuries is a vast and devouring typhoon. I feel its bright abrasive winds
and steel thunder approach and rustle the fragile lineaments of our civilization.
As our minds open to time and space and the infinities that comprise
our reality, our existence seems transient and futile and horribly vunerable
to whims of a hungry, indifferent universe. Our minds move up and down
the great marches of time; seeing epochs and extinctions of primal ferocity
in the strata and fossils our planet reveals to us as a savage grinning
reminder of our racial mortality. Our fear is an instinctive primitive
response to our mental and spiritual expansion, and it impells us without
rationality to imagine ourselves secure from the lonely and remote unprotected
state we have realized. To withstand the immemorial threat of the cosmic
darkness and our own self-made motif of the nuclear apocalypse we must
take on some kind of stronger, more adaptive and versatile bodily composition.
Our very cells cry out for that lively bioreengineering. And our machines,
our alloys, our electronic senses, our delicate microinstruments and fantastic
nanotechnologies; all of them raise an ache in our meaningful survival
mechanism to join with them an let them enhance our ephemeral doomed biological
I see the fulfillment of all that mythology and metagenesis-invoking
religious mania. To survive we collectively and unconciously know that
we must neurograft and bioweld and hypermorph into the most intimate symbiosis
with the industrial and electronic world; become as living quicksilver
able to take on any form or pseudophysiognomy. The contours of body and
mind and spirit flowing with the swiftness of mega-amplified imaginative
cognition and will into any biomould required. Humanity would become the
most creative and stunningly transmutational unicognate ocean of superintelligent
cyberprotoplasm; alive and in flux continually with the most wrenching,
astonishing boiling biochangeability. To challenge the deeps of space and
the planes of infinity we have no choice. But our need is inadmissable
- it is too grimly cruel and colossally oppressive a future to grasp. We
must leave our soft and spongey carbonaceous fleshshells behind behind;
and the principles that governed that semiliquid form. We must become unyielding
biometal; take on a heartless spirit of survival in which morality and
mercy shall be frighteningly deflected as we struggle to master and stabilize
our new biomechanical state of being. Earth itself, so increasingly hostile
to us and reactionary against our pollutions and outrages of it, will incubate
this new and shocking order of life. That which survives will grasp the
The lands of the future are filled with these weird and novel new archetypes.
We approach a crucial ignition point in our evolutionary history; one totally
unprecedented in the life of this planet. The great streams of conciousness
and psychic energy that spiral around our lives and existence have never
been closer to our comprehension. We are on not merely a biological frontier
but an even profounder spiritual one. The biomechanical chrysalis will
open the collective conciousness as well as multiplying physical and sensory
potentials beyond levels of considered possibility. Astral and etheric
dimensions of existence will become dynamic and immediate parts of our
sentience and play unknowable parts in the conduct of our daily lives.
New concepts of time and causality and spirit-organism and mortality will
revolutionize our destructive relationship with our planet; perhaps even
allow us to touch its ancient unhurried conciousness and comprehend its
wisdom despite our maddened cybermentalic hyperactivity.
The lands of the future are Cyberia.
It will be a eugenic wilderness and psuedoorganic outland more fantastic
and superhuman and mindshatteringly visionary than the boldest cinema or
I have walked, alone and hideously affrighted,
by the biomorphs and devastators and quasimutants and huborgs and cybots
and iron golems and grotesque hulking biomechanoids that prowl its gunmetal
For the human order will vanish in the cybergenetic typhoon and its
earthshattering subsidiary storms. The race will become a living mass of
dream-infested mercury, leaving behind a fixed shape of body and mind.
The human ecology will evolve into such a complex and differentiated thing
that every rule and law and axiom of civilization will be rendered meaningless
or must dramatically realign to accommodate new orders of being and mind
and spirit and cyberpsyche.
Cyberia is where humanity confronts and
emerges from its larval and prefoetal grublike state.
Where we erupt painfully from the swarming biomechanical cauldron all
the Earth will become. The ultraviolent and cataclysmic overture to the
true emergence of the superhumanic species. And that fresh new phylum will
be born into a world remorselessly intent on its eradication.
We have greedily pushed our biosphere too far. Already pollution and
bacterial re-evolution poison us and stymie medical therapy. Resource scarcity
and dwindling food supplies and climatological irruption from our squalid
ill-usage of the Earth will impose on us the harshest disasters and augment
the imperative to survive into an overwhelmingly hellish pitilessness.
The next few centuries will be cruel and demanding to a degree that will
generate the most epic crusading heroism and the most debased technological
vampirisms - such lunatic extremes of positive sacrifice and desperate
evil as has never been sanely envisioned. A new mythology of real transfiguration
and true embodiments of the divine and daemonaic in cyborganic guise will
be the immanence of the fabulous tales that are told in Cyberia. That which
survives will be fit to strike out into the darkling heavens.
But the Earth will still resound with
metal stormblasts and silvern cymballings and rabid cyberpsychic shrieking
at such a furied pitch and with such a conciousness of the stunning grandeur
that Homo Cyberus has created in its wracking struggle to resist the most
determined war of extinction waged by a resistant and implacable homeworld
that it will break howling through the opaque biometal cocoon of blind
survivalism and at last embrace its invincible chrysalis-morphology. What
form it may take is wonderfully unknowable.
Bodies and brains as elastic as the cosmic heights of willpower generated
by the collectivization of intermelting intelligences and the supermagnification
of the dreaming, flowing liberated imagination. A herculean and olympian
world; a new and greater civilization carved out of the biodisrupted hinterland
that followed the catastrophic decimation of that culture in which we live
and breathe today on sufferance before the coming of the great levelling
cyberflesh cyclone. A kind of sociobiology and hierarchicalism and organization
and liberty of being so different and incomprehensible to our norms that
no moral or biological comparison would suffice. Biocollectives and massminds
and composite beings and humanicolony organisms and ultramorphs and supra-archetypes
and cyberhives and polypyramid brains; Cyberia will be a tremendous and
bewildering place in which nothing is impossible. A pioneer civilization
with more frontiers looming majestically before it than the linear human
intellect can encompass. And a frontier wildness that will never let it
Cyberia comes with the Millennium.
The plastichrome foetus of that shapeless new quicksilver race lies
within us; beginning to struggle and flex as recombinant DNA technology
and nanoelectronic sciences veer towards a catalytic and explosive intersection.
Biomechanical shadows and cybernetic spectres haunt our prophetic arts
and seers; distilling apprehension and exaltation as we feel past biological
absolutes dissolving around us and turn towards the luminous realigning
geometries of a mighty and merciless future. Cyberia is in our very bones;
melting and morphing and recreating and recontouring us so we might walk
safely through the chaotic lands of the future, and that in the psychotic
mutating hysteria and supertechnological dark ages to come we might truly
find our Humanity.
Surrender to the siren-call of Cyberia.