Technology is a cultural phenomenon, and as such it is molded by our cultural values. We prefer good health to sickness so we develop medicine. We value wealth and freedom over poverty and bondage, so we invent markets and the multitudinous thingummies of comfort. We are curious, so we aim for the stars. Yet when it comes to creating conscious simulacra of ourselves, what exactly is our motive? What deep emotions drive us to imagine, and strive to create, machines in our own image? If it is not fear, or want, or curiosity, then what is it? Are we indulging in abject narcissism? Are we being unforgivably vain? Or could it be because of love?
What we never possessed can also never be lost. …Melancholy obfuscates… that the object is lacking from the very beginning, that its emergence coincides with its lack, that this object is nothing but the positivization of a void/lack.
— Slavoj Zizek on Jacques Lacan (via alterities)
Du warst mein Tod:
dich konnte ich halten,
während mir alles entfiel.— Paul Celan
You were my death:
you I could hold
while everything slipped away.
translated from the German by Daniel Stephensen