Nothing happens between two elements of Aramis that the engineers aren’t obliged to relay through their own bodies. The motor breaks down, the onboard steering shakes and shatters, the automatic features are still heteromats overpopulated with people in blue and white smocks. Chase away the people and I return to an inert state. Bring the people back and I am aroused again, but my life belongs to the engineers who are pushing me, pulling me, repairing me, deciding about me, cursing me, steering me. (123)

Latour, Aramis or The Love of Technology