Consciousness of exclusion through naming is acute. Identities seem contradictory, partial, and strategic.

Our machines are disturbingly lively, and we ourselves frighteningly inert.

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.

Consciousness of exclusion through naming is acute. Identities seem contradictory, partial, and strategic.

Myth and tool mutually constitute each other.

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.

We have all been injured, profoundly. We require regeneration, not rebirth, and the possibilities for our reconstitution include the utopian dream of the hope for a monstrous world without gender.