The first mark of Cyborg existence is Not Knowing.
The merging of animal and machine makes the cyborg possible, but it is information that defines it. Not Knowing covers a spectrum from unsatisfying to painful to hellish torment.
There is the Not Knowing of Not Knowing. Where are my keys? Will the MRI show a brain tumor? Might someone Unfriend me today?
There is the Not Knowing resulting from change. The Cyborg knows so much, so many archives, a vast cloud of Information. But out of datedness, new knowledge, shifting paradigms, corrupted files, call it all into question.
Whatever the Cyborg knows, she knows there’s more information, that it’s not enough. This pervasive Not Knowing is like the hum of a laptop’s fan. He thinks it can’t function without it, knowing that new information will prove her wrong.