I think, therefore I status-update.

After two years of being a member of the Facebook 'community' (I'm going to be a total Arts Student here and say, read: Facebook 'miniplenty'. Okay. Arts moment over.) I am disappointed to say that it took the last lecture to make me realise that I am a cyborg.

Because of course I'm a cyborg! Things make perfect sense now that I have a term that describes the uneasy feeling I get when I'm in a forest and my cell phone is out of range, and when I reach my grandmother's house there's no wi-fi signal either.

The ability to communicate is a primal one, inherent to the nature of being social creatures. Language deprivation experiments documented in the 13th Century report the Roman Emperor Frederick II tried to test what language children would speak if they were not communicated with at all from birth. He had hoped that it would be the language God had given Adam and Eve, however, the babies all died as infants. Communication, therefore, is an essential element of physical and cognitive development. It would make sense that we who amplify our ability to communicate with new technologies are developing beyond the last generation of humans. And that's practically evolutionary.

So it doesn't scare me, the thought of being a cyborg. I'm not Darth Vader (yet), and I like that I can write this thoughtful observation on my iPhone while listening to music as I walk to my grandmother's house.

Also, I can let my followers on Twitter know that there is some creep trailing me who looks hairy enough to be a wolf...