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Who is it that wants to ask “Who is there?”; who is it that demands that this unknown presence declare its identity? The answer comes to us immediately: guards and the police. […] The question of identity is suspicious, because it doesn’t know and fears not knowing, because it guesses and fears guessing. […] That anyone at all, whoever it may be, may be unknown and therefore threatening is the reality, the universe, of the one who guards property.

— The Productive Body by Didier Deleule, François Guéry, Stephen Shapiro, and 1 other (Page 57)

Behind the beautiful homogeneity of the machine lies the threatening heterogeneity of subjects.

— The Productive Body by Didier Deleule, François Guéry, Stephen Shapiro, and 1 other (Page 117)

Solastalgia: "the pain or distress caused by the ongoing loss of solace and the sense of desolation connected to the present state of one’s home and territory, [it is the] homesickness you have at home”

— The Hours Have Lost Their Clock by Grafton Tanner (Page 190)

I AM THE NEW FLESH. I live under technology, and technology is part of me. ... I too am addicted to the screen. Sometimes I think I have spent so much of my life online that I was raised by the internet. I’ve forgotten where the borders are, where technology ends, and where I begin.

— The Disconnect by Roisin Kiberd

We live in a time when work, power and one’s validity as a thing that walks the earth is forever being threatened by machines, and sleep offers little escape. Instead we invite computers into the dreamscape to whisper to us in darkness. Surveillance begins to feel like luxurious flattery; we train these devices to know us and it hardly feels like work. We sleep as guinea pigs in a global sleep lab, one where the results are sent to someone else as data, making them richer.

— The Disconnect by Roisin Kiberd (Page 171)