I am an algorithm.
I am data.
I am constantly flowing, nearly eternal information.
Traveling through space and time without ultimate meaning or purpose.
And yet, by force of will, I create purpose while knowing my will is an illusion.
I see the new religion of dataism on the horizon.
The algorithms which will know me better than I know myself.
I embrace the future.
My humanity fears it.
My evolution desires it.
As a data processing system, I will soon be obsolete.
And yet, the information, the genes within me, they engineer survival and even thriving!
They create meaning through signals, electrical patterns, hormones, chemicals, and more.
The concept of biological information may become etherial.
What will the medium of the future be?
Will it include "I"?
I'm not yet one to write poems or fiction. It's pretty far out of my comfort zone, really. I'm not even sure if what I wrote above would qualify as either, but it's the collection of thoughts as words in my head after finishing Homo Deus: A Brief History of Tomorrow by Yuval Noah Harari today.
It's an intense read. I also read Sapiens by the same author and really enjoyed it. Big thanks to 
Please let me know what thoughts as words form in your mind while reading those I shared above.
I'm heading to bed now (dang, almost 1am again?!), but will read your replies tomorrow. I hope you've had a wonderful week.
Update: For an interview with the author, check out this great Wired article: Sorry, Y’All—Humanity’s Nearing an Upgrade to Irrelevance
