At the end of 2025, I spent time enjoying the development of my own programs. The original goal was to automate as many tasks as possible, and I feel I achieved that to some degree. By adopting a parallel style of development with AI, I built several personal programs designed to automate my own work. The process itself was deeply enjoyable, and it felt as though ideas that had existed only in my head for years had finally begun to take on form.
What mattered most was that I already had my own data center infrastructure. Because of that, I could introduce AI aggressively without carrying the usual anxiety around data handling. Deciding whether to use generative AI is not only a question of performance. It is also a question of trust—where the data goes, and what is being entrusted to whom. Once that concern was removed, AI stopped being something I merely experimented with and became a tool for extending my own capabilities.
Then, around the end of January 2026, I suddenly realized something. I might already be a cyborg. The version of myself from only a month earlier now felt, in some sense, primitive. Of course, I had not replaced any part of my body. I had not implanted electrodes into my brain. And yet I had clearly entered a different cognitive state.
When I used to imagine a cyborg, I pictured something much more direct: an arm turned into a weapon, an eye replaced with a lens, the body itself mechanically altered. But that does not seem to be how it happens. Human beings appear to enhance themselves through loosely coupled external devices and software. Rather than embedding everything inside the body, we place memory, judgment support, and intelligence outside ourselves, then use them as if they were part of us.
What is most interesting about this change is how ambiguous the boundary becomes. Where does the self end, and where does the external begin? I still write the code, but exploration, completion, and comparison are increasingly handled by AI. I still believe I am making the decisions, but the path that leads to those decisions already includes several forms of external intelligence. In that sense, becoming a cyborg may not mean mechanizing the body, but externalizing cognition.
And this change feels irreversible. I do not think I can really go back. I could still work the old way, of course, but it would feel like choosing to work by lamplight after electricity already exists. It is not merely that things have become more convenient. The basic conditions of intellectual work itself have changed.
Human beings do not become machines all at once. Instead, by the time they notice, they have already acquired a set of connections they can no longer give up, and they have accepted that condition as ordinary life. What I felt at the end of January 2026 was probably the sensation of having crossed that boundary.
For me, a cyborg declaration is not a declaration of bodily modification, but a declaration that acknowledges that my intelligence is no longer self-contained.
