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166          Cyborg Goddesses: The Mainframe Revisited
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                                     This  is  a  concealment  on  which  man  insists:  this  is  the
                                     denial  of  matter  that  has  made  his  culture—and  his
                                     technologies  possible.  For  Irigaray,  this  flight  from  the
                                     material is also an escape from the mother. Looking back
                                     on  his  origins,  man  sees  only  the  flaw,  the  incompletion,
                                     the wound, a void. This is the site of life, of reproduction,
                                     of materiality, but it is also horrible and empty, the great
                                     embarrassment, the unforgivable slash across an otherwise
                                     perfect canvas. And so it must be covered, and woman put
                                     on display as the veils that conceal her: she becomes the
                                     cover girl, star of the screen. Like every good commodity,
                                     she  is  packaged  and  wrapped  to  facilitate  easy  exchange
                                     and  consumption.  But  as  her  own  veils  she  is  already
                                     hyperreal: her screens conceal only the flaw, the void, the
                                     unnatural  element  already  secreted  within  and  as  nature.
                                     She  has  to  be  covered,  not  simply  because  she  is  too
                                     natural,  but  because  she  would  otherwise  reveal  the
                                     terrifying  virtuality  of  the  natural.  Covered  up,  she  is
                                     always already the epitome of artifice. Implicit in Irigaray’s
                                     work  is  the  suggestion  that  the  matter  denied  by  human
                                     culture is a virtual system, which subtends its extension in
                                     the form of nature. The virtual is the abstract machine from
                                     which the actual emerges; nature is already the camouflage
                                     of  matter,  the  veils  that  conceal  its  operations.  There  is
                                     indeed nothing there, underneath or behind this disguise, or
                                     at  least  nothing  actual,  nothing  formed.  Perhaps  this  is
                                     nature  as  the  machinic  phylum,  the  virtual  synthesizer;
                                     matter  as  a  simulation  machine,  and  nature  as  its
                                     actualization.  What  man  sees  is  nature  as  extension  and
                                     form, but this sense of nature is simply the camouflage, the
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                                     veil again, which conceals its virtuality.

                                     In addition, Plant recognizes  and glorifies the  feminine  within the
                             scientific community, while being wary of her overall interactions with this
                             masculine culture. However, as the next quotation indicates, Plant recognizes
                             the  “complexity”  of  the  feminine,  which  distinguishes  her  from  the
                             masculine:

                                     Cybernetic systems are fatal to his culture; they invade as a
                                     return  of  the  repressed,  but  what  returns  is  no  longer  the
                                     same: cybernetics transforms woman and nature, but they
                                     do not return from man’s past, as his origins. Instead, they
                                     come around to face him, wheeling round from his future,
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