The Dawn of the Andro Being

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I listened to this fellow and my first thought was, 
"yes, this easy-on-the-eye dude with the sonorous voice is so right."
  
Was even about to get away from anyThing linking moi to cyberSpace and then, I thought again...  perhaps, zees monsieur needs to face the reality of our times.  Dude is like the last frontier soldier rallying against change.  Change IS here, whether we like it or not.  Adapt, or remain like this fellow who is crying for "human" connection. By the way, I think touching is over-rated.  Emotions, on the other hand; are not. Neither is amorous physical coupling with emotions(talk for another day). 

Humans have come from a long way from their Neanderthal days.  Evolution is not over.  I made the error of thinking it had ended.  It has not. The evolution of the basic physical structure of the homo sapiens has ended, yes. But the evolution of the humans have not.

We are STILL evolving. The current breed of homo sapiens are morphing
inTo a new genre of mono-racial, omnisexual, genderless android beings. I think the rate at which the (soon to be previous) human race is diversifying is breath-taking. So many grey areas, blurred lines. 
No more black and white. So many shades in between. The mono-racial bit is through inter-breeding. Imagine the West in fifty years in comparison with the current ratio of interracial relationships and marriages.

Anyhoo, not to deviate...
Mark Zuckerberg is at the frontier of this amazing global revolution(?).  Steve Jobs, Google definitely played their parts but Zuckerberg has sustained it and taken it to the next level .
The disConnect.   The distance.  Closer than ever, yet farther apart.  
Privacy is dead.  
Whatever you do, make sure it is not what you can be ashamed of. The PSCP (Pyrasquare Convergent Peak) is more accessible than ever.  The world is now about clicks and pages and videos and chats.


Hello andro beings of the present future, I see you.

I ~Λm~ I®



The world changes, whether we like it or not - Ralph Waldo Emerson (1872).  











4 Jun 2015
19:30








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