Though both are bound in the spiral dance, I would rather be a cyborg than a goddess.

Single vision produces worse illusions than double vision or many-headed monsters.

The cyborg would not recognize the garden of Eden; it is not made of mud and cannot dream of returning to dust.

From this point of view, science - the real game in town - is rhetoric, a series of efforts to persuade relevant social actors that one's manufactured knowledge is a route to a desired form of very objective power.

By the late twentieth century, our time, a mythic time, we are all chimeras, theorized and fabricated hybrids of machine and organism; in short, we are cyborgs.

I’d rather be a cyborg than a goddess.

It is not just that science and technology are possible means of great human satisfaction, as well as a matrix of complex dominations. Cyborg imagery can suggest a way out of the maze of dualisms in which we have explained our bodies and our tools to ourselves.