[ WP ] Everything changed when we started connecting our minds into clusters . I started to become we ...

Individuality is not dead. Deadened, weakened, yes, but it is not dead. Language? Language is largely dead. My every thought is shaped into words, true, but the meanings behind them, in their every nuance and tiny, emotional twist can flow from my mind, into others at a moments' notice. Sent by a thought of mine, or requested by another, it's always there if someone wants it. 
 
 Lies, lies are dead. When your every emotion is tied to communication, lies become impossible. A wasted effort. But, in addition, hatred is dying with it, as we ca n't help ourselves but understand our shared humanity, our every shared thought and emotion. 
 
 We're all plugged into the network, everyone on earth. It takes no wires nor cables nor implants, just a brain that can absorb the signals, all around us. I can see through the eyes of a teenager in Bangladesh, share his or her experiences, should she chose to set them free to the network, or I can understand the treatise and views of a former politician, in Kenya. 
 
 Politics are breaking down, though they are n't dead yet. We communicate at the speed of fiber-optic cables, and we do n't communicate as nations, we communicate as a *world*. Politics become a ground for organizing, to prepare mutual needs. 
 
 More than that connection, though, are the close networks. Personal, youcan join as many as you can stand, with people all across the globe. One CN, as we call them, that I'm in has six members, who met because we shared ideas. Jackson is from Colorado, Shi from Vietnam, Andy is Australia, Samuel from Nigeria, and Bisman Pakistani. None of us has seen eachothers face with our own eyes, and why would we need to? Proximity means nothing, when you can feel eachothers thoughts and share eachothers' senses. 
 
 Most CNs, though, are close. My parents and my siblings, all my cousins. These connections are tighter, a constant feed of information, not just on request. My Sister is in Amsterdam right now, watching and learning about Biomedical studies they're conducting in Soul. She never knew she had a knack for that kind of thing, until every detail and piece of knowledge became hers at the slightest thought. 
 
 Individuality survives, though. We ca n't take in everything. Eight Billion bodies giving data all the time, we can only take a hundred, at most, and that's without actually doing anything with our own body. And even with such connections, they make our differences so apparent. The ways we think, that we do not change. They are so easily seen, and yet we see how inconsequential they are, in the grand scheme of things, and we can not help but understand and love why these changes exist. 
 
 Privacy, that is dead. We have no need to hide ourselves. For we can not help but understand.
