From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine.
There are exactly two paths for humanity post singularity, the Adeptus Mechanicus, or a cyberpunk metaphor for capitalism where the author forgets to address that even becoming space fairing just within our own solar system would propel humanity to an effective post scarcity economy.
They're even further post scarcity in your average cyberpunk story, and yet the wealth gap grows, poverty grows, just like it does for us, now.
Just like, try. Try real hard to figure out why worker productivity keeps rising but worker wages don't in real life, and why a cyperpunk writer might create a world with even better technology and productivity but rampant poverty.