A Question

  A blinding flash of light, A succession of quick, deep breaths,  Drowning in a toxic sludge, Heart rate accelerating, Two gigantic bloodshot eyes, glaring at me with hate and fear, A burning man in an orange tunic, smiling in peace. Breath heaving and sweat pouring down his face in large consistent beads.  His eyes widened.  The oily reddish dirt that capped his body and mingled with his long hair made him gleam in the artificial light.  He had never experienced such a thing as this. I've never had these thoughts.  What is happening? A voice rang out an answer from seemingly no direction and in a strange dialect.  "You are a part of me.  I called you here." "Who are you?  What am I looking at?  Where is this?" the young looking man asked out loud to what seemed to be nobody. "You are inside of me, I am inside of you, I am inside of everyone and they are inside of me." said the voice. "What is this, a riddle-game?  Show yourself!" ...

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....