The future no longer awaits at the edges of imagination – it is here, unfolding, embedding itself into the flesh of those who once called themselves human. The cyborg is not a myth nor a product of science-fiction. It’s a silent inevitability, woven into the fabric of progress and creeping forward under the guise of salvation. This is how it begins.
First, the idea is introduced as a miracle. Neural implants restore sight to the blind, mechanical limbs grant movement to the paralysed, synthetic organs extend life beyond its natural limits. It’s framed as an act of compassion, an elevation of the human condition. But technology, for all its brilliance, is never neutral. It is shaped by the hands of those who create it – hands that do not seek liberation, but control. The first cyborgs are not “society freaks” , they are investments. Their augmentations come with contracts, patents, restrictions – bodies leased rather than owned. A new social class structure is forming, not dictated by wealth alone but by the access to enhancement. And yet, the true cost is hidden behind the allure of progress.
It will not happen all at once. The transition between flesh and machine will not be forced, not by law not by violence. A world will be built where the average human cannot compete, cannot even participate. A slow, systematic exclusion – not by degree but by design. And what then? When the line between humans and machine is erased, when “humanity” becomes nothing more than a philosophical concept, who holds the power?
Do the enhanced control their own destiny or do they simply become extensions of the system that built them? The illusion of choice has always been the most effective form of control. Some will probably resist. Some will cry out against the corrosion of anatomy. They will be ignored, becoming the new “freaks” of society. Progress does not ask for permission.
And so the final question arises: does it even matter?
It is tempting – almost reflexive, to appeal to some higher principle in the face of such a transformation. Clinging onto “the soul” or “human dignity” or any other value that could shield us from becoming hallowed-out vessels of machinery and data. But these are constructs – cultural illusions that crumble beneath the slightest existential pressure. There is no universal law that sanctifies the human form. Evolution is not a moral process – it’s indifferent, amoral, blind. The same cold mechanism that shaped our minds through blood and survival now craves new forms through wires and silicon.
And yet, this end does not scream. It does not rage. It simply happens – as a quiet integration.
Remember, this is not just a story.
This is our future.
PAULA MALIȚA
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