When my mother was a girl she learned from very different myths. Once she attended a Kachina dance at the Hopi village where she was given a Kachina doll. The names, symbols and powers and their stories were taught while the children played with the dolls. Like my Six Million Dollar Man doll, the Kachina dolls' names connoted their value and the source of their powers. They had heroic stories and superhuman powers but they were not mechanical, they were living beings that had evolved to become spirits.
Cyborgs are human beings that are evolving into machines.
Kachina dolls are now sold to tourists, which many Hopi consider blasphemous. What this evolution means for the human psyche we have no idea. For me, I'm learning to listen to my elders whom I carry with me even as my mother carried those petrified trees of her childhood with her. My grandmother's dolls are now my ideals. To be strong and made of love.