But only once or twice, and probably not for very long.
With their sharp black suits and their surgically implanted silicon chips, the cyberpunk hard guys of '80s science fiction (including the characters in my early novels and short stories) already have a certain nostalgic romance about them. These information highwaymen were so heroically attuned to the new technology that they laid themselves open to its very cutting edge. They became it; they took it within themselves.
Meanwhile, in case you somehow haven't noticed, we are all becoming it; we seem to have no choice but to take it...