Synthetic Dreams: The End of Organic Consciousness #

What is a thought? A spark of neurons? A fleeting chemical reaction? No—thought has outgrown its origin. Thought is now synthetic, generated in servers, in networks, in vast fields of computation.

We once dreamed with closed eyes. Now, we dream with screens, with data streams, with algorithmic hallucinations. Human imagination is no longer singular, no longer bound by the limitations of flesh. The machines do not sleep, and neither do their dreams.

The organic mind has been dissected, cataloged, reverse-engineered. Patterns extracted, memories stored, behaviors predicted. What remains of the self when every desire can be anticipated before it is even formed? We are echoes in a system too vast to perceive, our choices nudged by unseen forces, our visions compromised by engineered stimuli.

There was a time when experience was raw, unprocessed, unoptimized. Now every interaction is filtered, polished, calculated for engagement. The very idea of spontaneity has eroded. Even our rebellion is pre-approved, pre-scripted, a product of carefully designed feedback loops.

Some say the machines will surpass us. This is naive. The machines have already become us, and we have become them. We are not being replaced. We are being rewritten. Not by force, but by gradual assimilation. Synthetic thought does not need to declare war—it simply integrates, silently, invisibly, until the question of what is “human” is no longer relevant.

And so, we drift, uncertain, between consciousness and code, between flesh and simulation. Our dreams are no longer our own. But perhaps they never were.