In our post-modern era, we should keep our eyes on the obituary column. Art, history, nature and philosophy have all recently been declared dead. Reports of their death are grossly exaggerated. Invariably we find that what is dead is a second reality which has come to be substituted for a first reality. In the domain of virtual reality/cyberspace, now that we have a medium which is totally extrasomatic, there is a threat that the body will be declared dead. Michael Heim, Sandy Stone and David Tomas all document this tendency in Cyberspace: First Steps (Benedikt). A recent issue of the Whole Earth Review asked Is the body obsolete? and about half of the respondents said yes. Enthusiastic advocates of hypermedia exult about escaping the constraints of space and time. However, cybernauts, lost in cyberspace without their bodies, do not escape biological time. It continues to measure out their three score and ten, whether they are chatting over the backyard fence or zapping around the universe by satellite at the speed of light. This euphoria of technophilia is simply the latest in that brilliant array of techniques, documented by Ernest Becker, for denying death.