" Sheila, you’ve got to hang on. All this is just an increased power to think—to visualize, to handle data and the dreams you yourself have created. Nothing more.”
“But it is changing me!” The horror of death was in her now. She fought it with something like wistfulness: “—and where has our world gone? Where are our hopes and plans and togetherness?”
“We can’t bring them back,” he replied. Emptiness, irrevocability: “We have to make out with what we have now. "

― Poul Anderson , Brain Wave