Literature
Posthuman: Prelude
"So, you think you're a god, do you? Well, you're wrong.
"When you were human, you were safe, protected even. But now that you're a posthuman, more machine than man, or maybe you're on the permanent high from a hundred different noötropics meant to enhance the experience, you're prey to a thousand different borganisms and sapient organizations. Your brain's so advanced the speed of light is meaningless and gravity holds no bounds for you, the only thing that's holding you is your meatbody.
"Come on, give it up, I'll trade you; your meatbody for a plane of reality you, quite literally, are not capable of imagining. You'll get power over yo