I dream of being a mutant, a transhuman, a cyborg. Humans live in colonies, adapting to rules and creations made by the majority — and to me, that feels like wasting precious time and never truly living life my way. This planet sells self-destruction everywhere, and it’s exhausting.
My desire to transcend humanity isn’t just about rejecting what exists — it’s about reclaiming full autonomy over my body, my mind, and my destiny. It’s the hunger to evolve beyond limitation, to embody a new form of existence that matches the visions I carry inside.
Maybe the world isn’t ready to physically mutate us into hybrids or cyborgs yet. But I’ve realized there’s already power in creating our own universe: through identity, art, music, avatars, aesthetics, technology, and self-expression. By crafting my own character, my own lore, and my own presence, I already live as something beyond human.
This is the core of post-human thought: refusing to be just another product of the system, and instead becoming the architect of your own reality. I may walk in human skin, but my spirit is transhuman.
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