The coming thing, Cowboy thinks. Live forever in a bodily incarnation of the eye-face,

The coming thing, Cowboy thinks. Live forever in a bodily incarnation of
the eye-face, not limited to the speed of artificially enhanced
neurotransmitters but approaching the speed of light, extending the limits
of the interface, the universe. Brain contained in a perfect liquid-
crystal analog. Nerves like the strings of a steel guitar. Heart a
spinning turbopump. The Steel Cowboy, his body a screaming monochrome
flicker, dispensing justice and righting wrongs. Who was that masked AI?
Dunno, pardner, but he left this silver casting of a crystal circuit.

To Cowboy, it sounded pretty good.

-- Walter Jon Williams, _Hardwired_