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Promise Progress. Machines, unlike the universe, are constructed by us-- we hope-- to be perfectly predictable. Mechanical motions, unlike humans', are all made to ends well known beforehand, with definite plans.
. . . or, is this the image God made us in?
{If so, what's sin?}
As if can means should. As if means are ends. How easy to imagine that the way to what we want will be provided by technology eventually, inexorably. As if it could be trusted to free us from choice. As if some divine mechanical, electrical, digital, ethical will absolves us. As if some invisible hand provides automatic progress for techno- pilgrims, push-button salvation. As if happiness will be found finally in a perfectly artificial environment.
Do our tools take us where they will? tech-bodied