And yet — every made thing in a fallen world bends. Not because the thing is evil (the tempter cannot create, only distort — privatio boni) but because the good it carries gets twisted toward a counterfeit.
So discernment is not “good or bad?” but: what good does this carry, and how is it bent?
Be careful — the deepest counterfeit is the one that sounds most like the real thing. The thing your tech quietly offers — limitlessness — really is a feature of the life to come. But not as our possession: it is a property of God, whose depth and length have no end. Eternal life is unending encounter with him — what Gregory of Nyssa called epektasis, the soul stretching forever further into the infinite God.
We remain creatures. Still bodies, still bounded, still receiving. What we long for is not the transcendence of our creatureliness; it is the end of its frustration — and the unending encounter with the One whose depth never ends.
So the way forward holds two things together: cultivate the foretaste, and accept cruciform limits on it. The cross stays inside the cultivation.