Late twentieth-century machines have made thoroughly ambiguous the difference between natural and artificial, mind and body, self-developing and externally designed, and many other distinctions that used to apply to organisms and machines. Our machines are disturbingly lively, and we ourselves frighteningly inert.
Interpretation
The quote highlights the blurred lines between nature and technology, suggesting that machines are becoming almost lifelike while humans seem less active.
Donna J. Haraway's quote points to the complexities and ambiguities introduced by late twentieth-century technology, where the distinctions between the natural world and artificial creations have diminished. This reflection raises questions about the nature of humanity, our reliance on machines, and how these developments influence our understanding of ourselves and our place in the world.
In practice
In a discussion about how technology impacts our lives, this quote can illustrate the complexities of our relationship with machines.
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