The fantasy began to consume me at the turn of the millennium.
I'd always felt like a half-being, a cyborg of incompatible substances: gringa daughter of a Puerto Rican M.D. and a long-unemployed Mexican man with addiction issues. Native or alien. Nerd or rebel. I was white and not white but thought I had to choose.
No wonder, then, that the greatest ambition of my youth was to achieve digital immortality, or uploading my mind to the metaverse. Goodbye, flawed body. Hello, god-self.
