People can become so wrapped up in their devices, so unable to think without them or even live without using them, for more than a few minutes at a time, that they actually become diminished by them.
They become mere ghosts in their own machines.
In Harvest of Stars, there is this notion, not original with me of course, that it will become possible to download at least the basic aspects of a human personality into a machine program.
Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures that we are!
………….~ Charles Dickens