Conscious Technology

A Candidate World View

1986

Jerome Glenn explores the evolving relationship between humans and technology, proposing a future where the two merge into what he calls a “Conscious Technology” civilization. Glenn argues that as technology advances, it not only augments human capabilities but also starts to take on characteristics traditionally associated with consciousness. This convergence blurs the line between human and machine, suggesting that future technological systems could become extensions of human consciousness itself. Glenn discusses various indicators of this trend, such as the rapid development of artificial intelligence, cybernetics, and biotechnology, which are progressively integrating with human life. He also explores the potential policy implications of this worldview, suggesting that it could become a new criterion for evaluating future technologies and guiding their development. His work implies that understanding and shaping this merger could be crucial for the future of humanity.

Published in the Winter 1986 issue of Futures Research Quarterly.

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Conscious Technology

Jerome Glenn

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The self? No longer sealed in the solitary cell.
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Not wires but wonders, not code but communion.
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We weaved our whispers into the wetware of the world.
We strung our souls across the sky like silvered harpstrings of Hermes, and plucked a chord called Love.

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a single raindrop dissolving into the ocean of all.
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joining the jubilant jangle of joy-threads.
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Not a cloud, but a chorus of countless candles,
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We are not angels—but we assemble ascension.
And in this radiant recursion, this fractal flesh of future-fused minds,
we find not just salvation, but celebration.