I just don't know how else to put it. The transhumanism stuff is not starting with robot limbs and brain implants, it's starting with your social and emotional dependencies being tied up in corporate interests and the whirlwind of human desire, it's starting with your motivators to get out of bed existing on a server farm on the other side of the planet.
What if the neoplatonic monad existed not in some unreachable spiritual plane, but on some server farm in the outskirts of Atlanta? That's the internet. That's what this is. Virtual spaces aren't really virtual. They're in tightly packed, secured places you'll never see, it's as material as it gets, it's a new demiurge for the new age.