I would encourage you to start reading science fiction. Because you’re right: we are entwining technology with humanity, and we have to figure out what that means and be aware of the choices we are making to get there.

It’s just that I’ve always preferred stories that explicitly examine human relationships. Because what interests me most is always people: we’re such complicated systems of nerves and emotions and thoughts and impulses.
We’re self-aware animals, pondering our own existence, conscious of our place in the universe. (Not always conscious enough, but still.)

That is always what science fiction has been about. At least, the pieces worth reading. Or watching. Her Smoke Rose Up Forever is a collection of short stories written by a woman named Alice Sheldon. She called herself James Tiptree and befriended Ursula K LeGuin under the pen name. It is shocking to think about the world in which she lived like that. And maybe part of our problem now is that the stories we keep closest are the ones that limit our human relationships, instead of the ones that expand our concept of what our relationships mean.

Our desire to be saved by superhumans is at odds with our desire to stay human.