The token cyborg mediates some or all of their everyday experience through AI models.

The legible artefacts of notes and software tools accrue in their home directories, most of which has not been fully read by their eyes. But they trust that it sufficiently represents their will, and it may have its use down the line.

They may pass the audio of their meetings or conversations through models, for summarisation or analysis. The motivated will have live interaction, consulting their models for potential insights or questions to ask. With practice, the pauses and darting eyes are difficult to spot.

The personal agency of the token cyborg will vary. Some wear their models like exo-skeletons, strengthening their own resolve, and amplifying their will. Others are worn by the models, productive half hours passing with nary a conscious thought.

The token cyborg hungers for larger context windows, longer reasoning chains, higher throughput, lower latency. In an hour they may crunch through more floating-point ops than the whole human race did until around the time of the Chernobyl disaster.

Self-hosted, or heavily subsidised TaaS, the token cyborg shifts their infrastructure often. How much of themselves exists in a data lake to be picked over? As their trust in their tools grow, they expose more of themselves. An email API key here, a family group chat there. Context is power.

Desires and goals now form as prompts, quick references for the context to fetch — trust that the intent is evident. An implicit knowledge of models’ pitfalls, caveats and requirements sprinkled in at the end of requests. Make it efficient, don’t make mistakes, don’t hallucinate. Make it sound charming.

A WiFi-less flight is to have one’s arms bound.