Can people be reduced to the dits and dahs of their browsing habits the way music can be reduced to pits on a CD? Can a drug designed to enhance create instead? What happens when we don't really know what we're doing to the Earth any more? The lesson about the future - and about the iPoort, the Buchanan Eddy, and Twyntala - is that you may already be there. These short pieces of speculative fiction make educated and entertaining guesses about where we may be headed. Will the technology change, or will we? And will we know if we do?