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“Technology, it must be recognized, is not a solitary track of advancement. It is not a prefigured path which manifests in time, nor a hard-coded progression in which technologies unlock over time with sufficient resources and research. Each technology has an explicit purpose, operating conditions and set of skills that make certain human activities possible or more convenient. Technological progress is thus open-ended.”

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Book:The Invention of Work
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