I am humans. I am many people, many entities in space. Sometimes I am a beautiful woman. I am admired and desired by men, envied and hated by women. My beauty and charm control my world. At other times, I am an old man whose body is worn and sick. I am wise, though – so wise that people come to me with important questions. In the embodied world, I am not either of these people. I am not beautiful, and I am not wise. But here, in cyberspace, I can be whoever I want to be. I am multiple personalities, a different person every hour, every day, embodied in the void. If I choose, I can eliminate one of my personas. It is not a murder, really – just an alteration. And, if I choose, I can bring that personality back to life. When my embodied self dies, so will my other selves. I sometimes wonder though, if someone else out there will choose to become me. | |