Technology escalates on your very block: Knives turn to pistols, pistols become Uzis. Cocaine turns to crack, crack to nuke. Charles Atlas turns to Arnold Schwarzenegger, 48DD turns to 64GG, Mick Jagger sings "Sympathy for the Devil" on the easy-listening station, and after an evening of techno hard-core sounds, the first Sex Pistols albums sounds mellow and quaint. . . . I could go on forever. . . . But what the hell is the New Edge? . . . When you come to an edge that generally means if you go any farther you'll fall off. People thought Christopher Columbus would sail off the edge of the world, and he did: He entered a new territory, off the map. The New Edge is unmapped, and we've only begun the exploration. . . . We can say some things about the territory. It involves the collection of human experience--- mediated by the mind---on tiny slabs of silicon. It involves humans living not only in their bodies, in their communities, but in images and data permutated and projected across planetary distances with extraplanetary---satellite-assisted--- technologies. It involves the Frankenstein Myth, and Prometheus and Faustus: (hu)man at play with the creation of life, at war with the limitations of biology and time.