Our bodies are maps of power and identity. Cyborgs are no exception. A cyborg is not innocent, it is not born in a garden, it is burdened with flaws. The machine is not to be worshiped, glamorized or dominated. The machine is us, our beginnings, journeys and ends. And yet, we strive for the roles of goddesses. Ignoring our ignorance and excluding our failures. Seeking vengeance to regain our value, the goddess is fighting the female injustice. Contrasting to the cyborg who has no race, no gender, no religion and no restrictions. Though both are bound in this dance, I would rather be a cyborg than a goddess.
An interpretation of “A cyborgs manifesto” by Donna Haraway
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