"me is waiting for neural connections"

I wonder if I will be alive when we can all jack-in ala Neuromancer and become nodes in the hive mind, the all-human neural net.

I wonder which is more directly on the evolutionary path to that, Second Life, or this Forum, where we share minds and my email tells me someone is sending me thoughts almost as if the thoughts were floating into my consciousness from my own unconscious?

"...Mickey D's delivery chutes..." I want my Quarter Pounder in pill form, or intravenously. Super-size the cyborgers!

"... in the armchair there sits a swaddled lump of flesh..." "The Machine Stops" E.M. Forster
(It should be in the public domain being written in 1909, but a copyright notice at the bottom of the page says, "Copyright 1947 E.M. Forster". Maybe he re-registered the copyright?)