The allure in ditching or transforming this body lies not in the immortality, nor any hatred for my flesh, nor a desire for power and control,
but in the untethering.
What would it feel like, that transience? To feel the residual signals while your limbs numb and fall limp? To expand to fill a mind the size of a city, a continent, a planet? To reach with a thousand fingers and whispers and clock-cycle heartbeats?