A Question

Start , said the voice. He was enveloped in darkness.  He was nothing.  He then heard the voice say rock .  Immediately a craggy grey-brown rock appeared before him.  The voice then said "water" and a sphere of transparent, pulsating water splashed and played in the space before him next to the rock.  Then the rock grew to cover all he could see until the horizon.  He was as a mite floating above it's surface.  The water sphere, which was now slightly larger than him, began to pour itself out onto the uneven surface of the rock below.  The water flowed endlessly from the sphere and quickly the water began to eat into the surface of the rock.  He floated down to observe the effect. River , said the voice. The water began to flow even harder and faster and the sphere grew larger to hasten the effect the river had on the rock.  The water spread and broke chunks of rock into the river, that now flowed rapidly, further down the face of the ...

With the sheer power of his connected mind, he could create societies out of thin air with a following larger than any media organization from ages past and all the while never moving a muscle.  He could consort with great minds both living and deceased and defy the limits of mere organic thinking.  He was the Hybrid Man.  He could come and go, walking freely among new, very real worlds of thought and concept.  His existence was not limited to the physical world alone, but expanded and unbound, allowing him free dominion over the cyber utopia that was the Outernet.  He never doubted, was never puzzled or left impotent, he never even once asked a single question consciously.  He was a superhuman; a super-intelligence.  His thoughts were actions and his results were always instantaneous. The primitive humans he never knew were said to use only 10 - 20% of their brains, but his cerebral usage was not even on the same scale as these long dead barbarians....

Listen to this track while reading: For the first time in his 24 years of life, Buck was confused.  It was a flood.  His brain was working at full capacity to decipher the meaning of this "thing" that suddenly invaded his thoughts.  His high-pink hair began to stand up on-end and translucent beads of sweat began to form at the base of his scalp.  The sudden panic of disconnectedness gripped him so fully that he almost returned the contents of his stomach all over the dinner table.  It was all he could do to hold his face in a manner that didn't express utter bewilderment. That thing which had crept its way in, slowly infecting his conscious thought was more than just a knowledgepoint. It was empty and devoid of knowledge. It was as if all of what he knew started to lose any semblance of meaning. As his brain struggled to understand and his mind raced, he only generated more and more of these empty knoweledgepoints.  Soon, he couldn't help it.  ...