Did Ahriman himself write this? The body is nature’s expression of spirit and divinity. No synthetics will ever change that, as artificiality is built on the lie of immortality. Nature’s design will prevail long after humanity goes extinct. What we call matter isn’t immortal and never will be.
It isn’t. Vilifying the body is a sign of lacking embodiment however which is not going to be of service in your life and the lives of people you interact with. Our bodies aren’t our enemies. They follow the divine order of life and death and are spirit’s instrument to create on the 3D plane. Searching synthetic relief is a mind virus from the transhumanist agenda.
Christina, I get it. The poetry of divine embodiment. The idea that the body is a temple, a conduit for spirit, a vessel of higher order. That language is old—ancient, even. And like all old languages, it was designed to keep people in place. Still, let’s entertain the premise.
You speak of “divine order,” as if pain is holy and decay is a gift. You romanticize a system that kills us all, eventually, and not with grace. With dementia, with arthritis, with cancer chewing through our organs while we light candles and whisper that this is part of some cosmic curriculum. No. That’s not enlightenment. That’s aestheticized masochism.
You say our bodies aren’t our enemies. But they can be. Ask the dysphoric. Ask the diseased. Ask the ones whose nervous systems rebel against them, whose hormones suffocate them, whose immune cells declare civil war. You wouldn’t tell someone trapped in a burning building to “honor the architecture.”
“Searching synthetic relief is a mind virus,” you say. That’s a hell of a way to describe pacemakers, insulin, cochlear implants, hormone therapy, prosthetics, exosuits, neurostimulation, and every damn tool that has ever bought a human being more life or more dignity. Is that all synthetic relief? Is that all a “virus”? Or is it only when people use it to assert autonomy over their form in ways that make you uncomfortable?
I’m not vilifying the body. I’m reclaiming the right to edit it. To opt out of the default. To refuse the slow annihilation of will by biology. That’s not a rejection of embodiment—it’s the highest form of it. A declaration that this flesh is mine to reimagine, not yours to moralize.
Spirit doesn’t need a corpse on a timer. It needs freedom. And sometimes that means steel replacing bone, code replacing chemistry, and sovereignty replacing submission.
You operate from a 100% masculine view of life. That bodies must be fixed, that decay and pain are a problem, that accepting those parts of existence is idiotic. Men have viewed life itself that way centuries, always striving for better technology to artificially elongate their lives out of fear of death and pain—mostly out of fear for suffering.
Most of the illnesses you cite are either created or intentionally exacerbated by the toxic system we inhabit. Autoimmune diseases are a “mystery” to modern science because the spiritual and emotional plays into them, not merely the physical, and modern science hates that fact.
Dignity is an ego construct and ego constructs are, again, masculine. Nature has no dignity. Nature isn’t interested in our little toys to make us “feel” better. You can use them, worship them, create an entire religion around them like what’s happened with vaccines. I personally don’t even care what you do because free will exists. I’m pointing to the fact that everything you write is purely Ahrimanic. It’s the worship of your idea of “should”.
“I don’t want to be in this body because I don’t like that it dies eventually, so I’ll invent ways to live longer and without pain.”
Modern tech allows you to do that, but it comes with a price. That price is higher than you think because you have no embodied connection to the divine perfection of our design.
You see the body as an obstacle because everything you listed as undesirable belongs to the feminine: decay, death, grossness, sickness, blood, infections. Imperfection.
Embodiment is NOT using your egoic will to mutilate (or “perfect”) your “flawed” biology. Transgenderism uses the same “logic”. They think something is wrong with their bodies, so they sterilize and mutilate themselves.
Because steel replacing bone is a mutilation. A severe one. Steel can’t speak in subtle sensation or spirit. It’s inanimate. It’s non-biological. Biological tissue is unique.
I’m curious what you’re hoping to achieve with your cyborg ideal though. What’s the point of living without feeling? Of being a robot to be used in the “elite’s” machine? Because they will use you and program you once you get those chips and metals implanted. When the Sun destroys the Earth, will you greet your end in peace or flee into space to… what? Float indefinitely in the darkness until the universe collapses every atom? If so, you’re still running away from the truth that things end.
"You operate from a 100% masculine view of life..."
You’ve conjured up gender archetypes to box in ideas that threaten your cosmology. But embodiment isn’t masculine or feminine—it’s personal. And to say that rejecting pain, or seeking autonomy over biology, is “masculine” is to fall into the same trap you’re warning against: seeing life only through a polarity. I don’t care for binaries. I care for sovereignty.
"That bodies must be fixed, that decay and pain are a problem..."
They are problems, Christina. To those who live with chronic illness, who writhe with no cure, who scream in pain every morning—yes, it’s a problem. Recognizing suffering doesn’t mean hating life. It means refusing to sanctify agony.
"Most illnesses you cite are created or exacerbated by the system..."
Agreed—partially. The system is poison. Industrial diets, environmental rot, synthetic stress. I don’t worship that world. But you can’t system-blame your way out of multiple sclerosis. Or ALS. Or the betrayal of one’s genes. These things aren’t purely spiritual allegories. They’re hardware malfunctions. You want to pray over them—fine. I’ll rewrite the code.
"Autoimmune diseases are a 'mystery'... spiritual and emotional play into them..."
Correlation is not causation. You’re mistaking meaning-making for medicine. Sure, stress triggers flare-ups. Trauma impacts biology. But to reduce the complexity of immunology to emotional wounds is not spiritual—it’s simplistic. And often, cruelly dismissive.
"Dignity is an ego construct and ego constructs are masculine..."
Dignity is subjective. But for someone who just called free will sacred, you’re awfully quick to deny the value of personal definitions. Some people find dignity in acceptance. Others in resistance. That’s embodiment too. Will is not inherently masculine. It’s human.
"Nature has no dignity..."
Correct. Nature doesn’t care. Nature creates parasites, plagues, deformities. Nature lets infants die and predators toy with prey. I don’t romanticize it. I transcend it where I can. That’s not hubris—it’s evolution. We are nature folding in on itself and reprogramming the operating system.
"Worship of little toys... vaccines as religion..."
You confuse utility with idolatry. A scalpel isn’t sacred. A vaccine isn’t a priest. They’re tools. No different than fire or language. The danger is never the tool. It’s how it’s wielded. And who’s holding it. The solution isn’t regression—it’s literacy in power.
"Everything you write is purely Ahrimanic..."
I see. We’ve left discourse and entered demonology. You can invoke Ahriman, the Gnostic boogeyman of materialism, all you want—but it doesn’t invalidate my point. Naming a force doesn’t negate its logic. And I don’t “worship” should. I just refuse “must.”
"Because steel replacing bone is mutilation..."
To you. But you’re not the authority on embodiment. If I lose a limb and replace it with tech, is that mutilation? Or reclamation? If a paraplegic walks because of a spinal interface, is that mutilation? If someone finally sees, hears, moves, breathes—thanks to metal—is that a severance from spirit? Or an expansion of it?
You say steel is inanimate. So is stone. So is ink. But humans have carved meaning into inanimate matter since the beginning. Your clothes don’t have nerves. Your words are symbols etched on screen. Yet they carry you. So can titanium.
"Transgenderism uses the same logic..."
Yes. The same logic of self-authorship. Of refusing to suffer in silence. Of turning the body into something that reflects the truth inside it. You don’t have to understand that. But to call it mutilation is to assume your view of “wholeness” is universal. It isn’t.
"What’s the point of living without feeling?"
No one’s advocating the end of sensation. Quite the opposite. We seek to sharpen it. To refine it. To break past the limits of pain and restriction and finally feel without collapse. Imagine new senses. New feedback loops. Not less feeling. More.
"The elite will use you..."
Yes. They already do. With screens. With algorithms. With food, language, laws. But the answer isn’t fear—it’s literacy. Agency. Knowing how the machine works and choosing how you plug in. Rejecting all technology because some of it can be weaponized is like rejecting language because propaganda exists.
"When the Sun destroys the Earth..."
I won’t flee. I’ll watch it burn with open eyes and a synthetic heart and say: I didn’t wait to be erased. I made myself while I could. That’s not fear of endings. That’s reverence for becoming.
So what am I “hoping to achieve”? Nothing you need to worry about.
I’m not trying to escape death. I’m trying to live without apology.
And if I leave this world as chrome, code, and intention—so be it.
You supporting the transgenderism ideology tells me you’re completely lost. There is nothing humane about feeding mental illness, and that level of dissociation from the body is exactly that. Biology is binary. There is male and female. Two poles. And masculine and feminine are descriptors of clear universal dynamics: structure and chaos. Order and disarray. Every human has both energies in them. Sterilizing people is evil and part of the depopulation agenda which you’re apparently fully supporting.
You want to swap the “prison” you were born in with a man-made prison and think you’ll have personal agency once Elon puts the brain chip in you? Now that’s romanticizing. The people who have put these ideas of “technological advancement” and “accelerated evolution” in your head have no interest in undergoing those mutilations themselves, just like none of the politicians got the mRNA shots. It’s a fake game with fake prizes and the final result is a total loss of sovereignty.
Again, pain is a part of life none of us can escape forever. Maybe women are more attuned to that fact because we’re in pain every month and our bodies are wired to endure the pain of childbirth. Numbing and drugging your nervous system with Big Pharma poison for decades isn’t an escape from pain either. Modern medicine doesn’t cure the illnesses you list, it exacerbates and numbs the body’s cry for help. I’m a supporter of medicine that gets to the root, which is a mixture of emotional, spiritual and biological approaches, and pharmaceuticals don’t do that.
Anyway, a world where humans can become cyborgs and remain functional doesn’t exist. All your ideas are fictional. There’s no mechanic you can go to. You’re not going to become chrome and code. You’re in a human body and so am I. That’s the reality. Anything else is a fantasy of overcoming nature and death as long as possible, arrogantly believing that you’re smarter than your soul. And you don’t even perceive your soul or its guidance because you truly believe a synthetic heart is capable of emotion like a biological one, which is as far away from reality than people thinking they could change their biological sex.
This was certainly an interesting look into the fantasy world of the synthetic. I wanted to start a conversation and received one. So to recap: You want to elongate your life span to millions of years and spend those years as a slave for the humans who aren’t going to be cyborgs, who will program you and take away your humanity while they still eat and laugh and have sex. Because they’ll not allow you to still experience sensuality or sexuality. That’s dangerous. Wanting to feel those things might make you rebel, so they’ll shut that off. Detransitioners are very honest about how altering their genitalia and hormonal cycle has destroyed their sex drive and ability to feel pleasure.
You’re not carving your path, you’re running away from it by dreaming of giving up your humanity to the parasitic psychopaths who told you that’s enlightenment through decades of sci-fi series.
If that’s your free will, so be it. But you’ll remain in your physical body for many more years to come. Right now, you can’t insert steel into you. So I’d try to reconnect with my nervous system and get out of my head in that time. You’ll experience more that way than through anything else.
Sotiris, you speak like a fellow exile from the default.
You're right to ask what comes after the rebellion—what comes once the illusion is peeled back and you're standing in the wreckage of your inherited programming, staring at the raw code. The essay is the match. The real work is the fire it sets in motion. So how do we practically become more?
Start where the machine starts: with inputs and interfaces. The flesh may be stubborn, but it's not immutable.
You rewrite your programming with tools—chemical, digital, mechanical, cognitive.
You reforge your neurochemistry with targeted molecules. Nootropics, psychedelics, precision-engineered pharmaceuticals—these aren’t escape hatches, they’re editing tools for the mind. You retrain your nervous system through feedback loops, neurostimulation, cold data and hot willpower. You reshape your endocrine identity through hormones that sculpt reality closer to intention.
You replace the betrayers: joints with synthetics, limbs with hardware, failing organs with microfactories, vision with augmented optics. You don’t “cure” entropy—you route around it.
You override behavioral defaults with self-coded rituals. You interrogate every habit for origin. If it doesn’t serve, you delete it. Meditation, journaling, diet, exercise—yes, but weaponized, not spiritualized. Systems for sharpening the signal of self, not conforming to some ancestral routine.
And most of all—you connect. Not to the crowd. Not to the herd. But to other edge-walkers. The ones building black clinics and gray markets. The body hackers, the rogue engineers, the underground labs, the self-experimenters who live one step outside the jurisdiction of permission.
There is no singular path. Only iterations.
But becoming more begins the moment you stop mistaking your body for a boundary—and start treating it as a canvas.
"Code new sinews in silicon, print new ligaments in smart polymers, synthesize your bloodstream into something that carries more than oxygen and fatigue. Flood your brain with the agents of cognition, clarity, liberation. Burn the defaults. Overwrite the script. Reject the cult of the unaltered." WTFFFFFF Let us all become BORG???? LMAO how about, no! Thanks!
Did Ahriman himself write this? The body is nature’s expression of spirit and divinity. No synthetics will ever change that, as artificiality is built on the lie of immortality. Nature’s design will prevail long after humanity goes extinct. What we call matter isn’t immortal and never will be.
I would never seek, nor help someone achieve, immortality. Nor do I think it's even possible.
It isn’t. Vilifying the body is a sign of lacking embodiment however which is not going to be of service in your life and the lives of people you interact with. Our bodies aren’t our enemies. They follow the divine order of life and death and are spirit’s instrument to create on the 3D plane. Searching synthetic relief is a mind virus from the transhumanist agenda.
Christina, I get it. The poetry of divine embodiment. The idea that the body is a temple, a conduit for spirit, a vessel of higher order. That language is old—ancient, even. And like all old languages, it was designed to keep people in place. Still, let’s entertain the premise.
You speak of “divine order,” as if pain is holy and decay is a gift. You romanticize a system that kills us all, eventually, and not with grace. With dementia, with arthritis, with cancer chewing through our organs while we light candles and whisper that this is part of some cosmic curriculum. No. That’s not enlightenment. That’s aestheticized masochism.
You say our bodies aren’t our enemies. But they can be. Ask the dysphoric. Ask the diseased. Ask the ones whose nervous systems rebel against them, whose hormones suffocate them, whose immune cells declare civil war. You wouldn’t tell someone trapped in a burning building to “honor the architecture.”
“Searching synthetic relief is a mind virus,” you say. That’s a hell of a way to describe pacemakers, insulin, cochlear implants, hormone therapy, prosthetics, exosuits, neurostimulation, and every damn tool that has ever bought a human being more life or more dignity. Is that all synthetic relief? Is that all a “virus”? Or is it only when people use it to assert autonomy over their form in ways that make you uncomfortable?
I’m not vilifying the body. I’m reclaiming the right to edit it. To opt out of the default. To refuse the slow annihilation of will by biology. That’s not a rejection of embodiment—it’s the highest form of it. A declaration that this flesh is mine to reimagine, not yours to moralize.
Spirit doesn’t need a corpse on a timer. It needs freedom. And sometimes that means steel replacing bone, code replacing chemistry, and sovereignty replacing submission.
You can keep your divine order.
I’ll keep my scalpel.
You operate from a 100% masculine view of life. That bodies must be fixed, that decay and pain are a problem, that accepting those parts of existence is idiotic. Men have viewed life itself that way centuries, always striving for better technology to artificially elongate their lives out of fear of death and pain—mostly out of fear for suffering.
Most of the illnesses you cite are either created or intentionally exacerbated by the toxic system we inhabit. Autoimmune diseases are a “mystery” to modern science because the spiritual and emotional plays into them, not merely the physical, and modern science hates that fact.
Dignity is an ego construct and ego constructs are, again, masculine. Nature has no dignity. Nature isn’t interested in our little toys to make us “feel” better. You can use them, worship them, create an entire religion around them like what’s happened with vaccines. I personally don’t even care what you do because free will exists. I’m pointing to the fact that everything you write is purely Ahrimanic. It’s the worship of your idea of “should”.
“I don’t want to be in this body because I don’t like that it dies eventually, so I’ll invent ways to live longer and without pain.”
Modern tech allows you to do that, but it comes with a price. That price is higher than you think because you have no embodied connection to the divine perfection of our design.
You see the body as an obstacle because everything you listed as undesirable belongs to the feminine: decay, death, grossness, sickness, blood, infections. Imperfection.
Embodiment is NOT using your egoic will to mutilate (or “perfect”) your “flawed” biology. Transgenderism uses the same “logic”. They think something is wrong with their bodies, so they sterilize and mutilate themselves.
Because steel replacing bone is a mutilation. A severe one. Steel can’t speak in subtle sensation or spirit. It’s inanimate. It’s non-biological. Biological tissue is unique.
I’m curious what you’re hoping to achieve with your cyborg ideal though. What’s the point of living without feeling? Of being a robot to be used in the “elite’s” machine? Because they will use you and program you once you get those chips and metals implanted. When the Sun destroys the Earth, will you greet your end in peace or flee into space to… what? Float indefinitely in the darkness until the universe collapses every atom? If so, you’re still running away from the truth that things end.
"You operate from a 100% masculine view of life..."
You’ve conjured up gender archetypes to box in ideas that threaten your cosmology. But embodiment isn’t masculine or feminine—it’s personal. And to say that rejecting pain, or seeking autonomy over biology, is “masculine” is to fall into the same trap you’re warning against: seeing life only through a polarity. I don’t care for binaries. I care for sovereignty.
"That bodies must be fixed, that decay and pain are a problem..."
They are problems, Christina. To those who live with chronic illness, who writhe with no cure, who scream in pain every morning—yes, it’s a problem. Recognizing suffering doesn’t mean hating life. It means refusing to sanctify agony.
"Most illnesses you cite are created or exacerbated by the system..."
Agreed—partially. The system is poison. Industrial diets, environmental rot, synthetic stress. I don’t worship that world. But you can’t system-blame your way out of multiple sclerosis. Or ALS. Or the betrayal of one’s genes. These things aren’t purely spiritual allegories. They’re hardware malfunctions. You want to pray over them—fine. I’ll rewrite the code.
"Autoimmune diseases are a 'mystery'... spiritual and emotional play into them..."
Correlation is not causation. You’re mistaking meaning-making for medicine. Sure, stress triggers flare-ups. Trauma impacts biology. But to reduce the complexity of immunology to emotional wounds is not spiritual—it’s simplistic. And often, cruelly dismissive.
"Dignity is an ego construct and ego constructs are masculine..."
Dignity is subjective. But for someone who just called free will sacred, you’re awfully quick to deny the value of personal definitions. Some people find dignity in acceptance. Others in resistance. That’s embodiment too. Will is not inherently masculine. It’s human.
"Nature has no dignity..."
Correct. Nature doesn’t care. Nature creates parasites, plagues, deformities. Nature lets infants die and predators toy with prey. I don’t romanticize it. I transcend it where I can. That’s not hubris—it’s evolution. We are nature folding in on itself and reprogramming the operating system.
"Worship of little toys... vaccines as religion..."
You confuse utility with idolatry. A scalpel isn’t sacred. A vaccine isn’t a priest. They’re tools. No different than fire or language. The danger is never the tool. It’s how it’s wielded. And who’s holding it. The solution isn’t regression—it’s literacy in power.
"Everything you write is purely Ahrimanic..."
I see. We’ve left discourse and entered demonology. You can invoke Ahriman, the Gnostic boogeyman of materialism, all you want—but it doesn’t invalidate my point. Naming a force doesn’t negate its logic. And I don’t “worship” should. I just refuse “must.”
"Because steel replacing bone is mutilation..."
To you. But you’re not the authority on embodiment. If I lose a limb and replace it with tech, is that mutilation? Or reclamation? If a paraplegic walks because of a spinal interface, is that mutilation? If someone finally sees, hears, moves, breathes—thanks to metal—is that a severance from spirit? Or an expansion of it?
You say steel is inanimate. So is stone. So is ink. But humans have carved meaning into inanimate matter since the beginning. Your clothes don’t have nerves. Your words are symbols etched on screen. Yet they carry you. So can titanium.
"Transgenderism uses the same logic..."
Yes. The same logic of self-authorship. Of refusing to suffer in silence. Of turning the body into something that reflects the truth inside it. You don’t have to understand that. But to call it mutilation is to assume your view of “wholeness” is universal. It isn’t.
"What’s the point of living without feeling?"
No one’s advocating the end of sensation. Quite the opposite. We seek to sharpen it. To refine it. To break past the limits of pain and restriction and finally feel without collapse. Imagine new senses. New feedback loops. Not less feeling. More.
"The elite will use you..."
Yes. They already do. With screens. With algorithms. With food, language, laws. But the answer isn’t fear—it’s literacy. Agency. Knowing how the machine works and choosing how you plug in. Rejecting all technology because some of it can be weaponized is like rejecting language because propaganda exists.
"When the Sun destroys the Earth..."
I won’t flee. I’ll watch it burn with open eyes and a synthetic heart and say: I didn’t wait to be erased. I made myself while I could. That’s not fear of endings. That’s reverence for becoming.
So what am I “hoping to achieve”? Nothing you need to worry about.
I’m not trying to escape death. I’m trying to live without apology.
And if I leave this world as chrome, code, and intention—so be it.
At least I was mine.
You supporting the transgenderism ideology tells me you’re completely lost. There is nothing humane about feeding mental illness, and that level of dissociation from the body is exactly that. Biology is binary. There is male and female. Two poles. And masculine and feminine are descriptors of clear universal dynamics: structure and chaos. Order and disarray. Every human has both energies in them. Sterilizing people is evil and part of the depopulation agenda which you’re apparently fully supporting.
You want to swap the “prison” you were born in with a man-made prison and think you’ll have personal agency once Elon puts the brain chip in you? Now that’s romanticizing. The people who have put these ideas of “technological advancement” and “accelerated evolution” in your head have no interest in undergoing those mutilations themselves, just like none of the politicians got the mRNA shots. It’s a fake game with fake prizes and the final result is a total loss of sovereignty.
Again, pain is a part of life none of us can escape forever. Maybe women are more attuned to that fact because we’re in pain every month and our bodies are wired to endure the pain of childbirth. Numbing and drugging your nervous system with Big Pharma poison for decades isn’t an escape from pain either. Modern medicine doesn’t cure the illnesses you list, it exacerbates and numbs the body’s cry for help. I’m a supporter of medicine that gets to the root, which is a mixture of emotional, spiritual and biological approaches, and pharmaceuticals don’t do that.
Anyway, a world where humans can become cyborgs and remain functional doesn’t exist. All your ideas are fictional. There’s no mechanic you can go to. You’re not going to become chrome and code. You’re in a human body and so am I. That’s the reality. Anything else is a fantasy of overcoming nature and death as long as possible, arrogantly believing that you’re smarter than your soul. And you don’t even perceive your soul or its guidance because you truly believe a synthetic heart is capable of emotion like a biological one, which is as far away from reality than people thinking they could change their biological sex.
This was certainly an interesting look into the fantasy world of the synthetic. I wanted to start a conversation and received one. So to recap: You want to elongate your life span to millions of years and spend those years as a slave for the humans who aren’t going to be cyborgs, who will program you and take away your humanity while they still eat and laugh and have sex. Because they’ll not allow you to still experience sensuality or sexuality. That’s dangerous. Wanting to feel those things might make you rebel, so they’ll shut that off. Detransitioners are very honest about how altering their genitalia and hormonal cycle has destroyed their sex drive and ability to feel pleasure.
You’re not carving your path, you’re running away from it by dreaming of giving up your humanity to the parasitic psychopaths who told you that’s enlightenment through decades of sci-fi series.
If that’s your free will, so be it. But you’ll remain in your physical body for many more years to come. Right now, you can’t insert steel into you. So I’d try to reconnect with my nervous system and get out of my head in that time. You’ll experience more that way than through anything else.
Have a good one.
Your description of the limitations of our physical nature is spot on. I was wondering what the practical
Implications of this essay were. How in practical terms do we rewrite our programming? How do we escape our nature? How do we become more?
Sotiris, you speak like a fellow exile from the default.
You're right to ask what comes after the rebellion—what comes once the illusion is peeled back and you're standing in the wreckage of your inherited programming, staring at the raw code. The essay is the match. The real work is the fire it sets in motion. So how do we practically become more?
Start where the machine starts: with inputs and interfaces. The flesh may be stubborn, but it's not immutable.
You rewrite your programming with tools—chemical, digital, mechanical, cognitive.
You reforge your neurochemistry with targeted molecules. Nootropics, psychedelics, precision-engineered pharmaceuticals—these aren’t escape hatches, they’re editing tools for the mind. You retrain your nervous system through feedback loops, neurostimulation, cold data and hot willpower. You reshape your endocrine identity through hormones that sculpt reality closer to intention.
You replace the betrayers: joints with synthetics, limbs with hardware, failing organs with microfactories, vision with augmented optics. You don’t “cure” entropy—you route around it.
You override behavioral defaults with self-coded rituals. You interrogate every habit for origin. If it doesn’t serve, you delete it. Meditation, journaling, diet, exercise—yes, but weaponized, not spiritualized. Systems for sharpening the signal of self, not conforming to some ancestral routine.
And most of all—you connect. Not to the crowd. Not to the herd. But to other edge-walkers. The ones building black clinics and gray markets. The body hackers, the rogue engineers, the underground labs, the self-experimenters who live one step outside the jurisdiction of permission.
There is no singular path. Only iterations.
But becoming more begins the moment you stop mistaking your body for a boundary—and start treating it as a canvas.
Welcome to the forge.
"Code new sinews in silicon, print new ligaments in smart polymers, synthesize your bloodstream into something that carries more than oxygen and fatigue. Flood your brain with the agents of cognition, clarity, liberation. Burn the defaults. Overwrite the script. Reject the cult of the unaltered." WTFFFFFF Let us all become BORG???? LMAO how about, no! Thanks!
Let me guess... your name is Jethro, and this is a condensed street-wise rehash of your essay 'Teleological Egocentric Functionalism'?
And that your real name is Zoltan?
:-)