Bruno Latour, Aramis, or the Love of Technology, PDF - Dss-edit.com

granted; but then it's no longer you, it's me. The ties are cut, thedelegation is irreversible."HIM: "Well see how long you hold up on your own . . . and howmany Matra engineers you 11 need to set you up as the origin of yourown actions."-Three antennae controlling the various ground contacts:one digital-emission antenna; one phonic-emission antenna;one general-reception antenna.HIM: "He's arguing over the senses I'm supposed to endow himwith! Shelley didn't anticipate this in her novel. She gave him eyes andears, arms and hands-that's all; she didn't have much imagination. Shedidn't have any antennae, or ground platforms, or activators, or variable-reluctancemotors. And what about consciousness? Victor bestowsit on his monster with a single gesture, without meeting any resistance,without realizing that consciousness is gradual, that it can come in bitsand pieces, as redundancy, self-diagnosis, feedback. There's nothing tobe gotten from literature, clearly," said Norbert.As a good engineer, that's what I had thought all along, but I'dkept it to myself.ME: "I don't want to be a monad set up with enough refinementsto carry out my program with no communication with the outsideworld. I don't want to be either programmed or solipsistic. I wouldbecome dclocalized. I would no longer know if I were head of the trainor the caboose; I wouldn't know what the others were doing, or evenwho I was. If I were a ballistic missile during a nuclear war, every effortwould be made to isolate me and to create within me the environmentof total war that would suffice to guide me. But I am not-I must notbe--an engine of death."-The phonic wheels, mounted on the front wheels, and thesensors of the "traction" subsystem, mounted on the rearARAMIS AT ThEET STAGE