It is 1990. I am six years old and feel a bit embarrassed. There is a children’s party where you have to dress up.
My mom made me a costume from cardboard boxes and aluminum foil. I am dressed up as a robot. At the urging of my best friend Patrick, I try to talk and move like a robot.
Other children are dressed up as a pirate, princess or superhero. That looks much cooler, I think.
Patrick is a dinosaur. He says: ‘Let’s play hide-and-seek. I am a T. rex. You are a robot from the future who must track me down!’
I put my hands over my eyes and start counting to 20.
Now, more than 20 years later, I realize that I wasn’t actually a robot back then. I was a human body in an electronic shell: I was a cyborg.
Cyborgs. The theme of this newsletter. Enjoy reading!