For the first time, the spirit of man will be able to separate itself from the human machine, to see it and use it as a machine. He is no longer identified with one special Me machine. The human organism has become an artifact he can use like a plane, a boat, or a space capsule. The poet John Giorno wondered if maybe a clone of a clone of a clone would just phase out into white noise like copies of copies of tape. But ultimately, I postulate, true immortality can be found only in space.
Space exploration is the only goal worth striving for.
Over the hills and far away. You will know your enemies by those who attempt to block your path. Vampiric monopolists would keep you in time like their cattle. The evil, intelligent Slave Gods. The gullible, confused, and stupid pose an equal threat owing to the obstructive potential of their vast numbers.