2013-Oct-28, Monday

dorchadas: (Do Not Want)
I've been reading a webcomic for three months that I just stopped reading, and the reason why drove me to write about it.

Let me explain. The webcomic is Quantum Vibe, which was mentioned on RPG.net as pretty good, though with a libertarian bent. "Well, whatever," I thought. "I read Atlas Shrugged[1], I can read this if it's recommended on somewhere I trust the opinion of." And for a while, it did work. The story starts out with the main character losing her job, running out of money, and then being hired on as the assistant of a famous scientist who seems excessively paranoid about his newest assignment for no obvious reason, having to perform really suicidally dangerous tasks like diving under the corona of the sun to detonate some nuclear bombs in order to get some data for his experiments... All in all, it seemed to get off to a really promising start.

Then the Lunar arc happened. The characters started talking about the Lunar government, and that's when the ideological hammer came out. It started with having to go through Lunar customs, which is weird and odd and Lunars (loonies?) do it but no one else introduced has because apparently people living in fragile habitats floating in the endless dark of space don't care about what people are bringing on board? Then the main character is pulled aside for a "random screening." Then at the money-changer, it turns out a post-scarcity civilization still uses gold-backed currency but Lunars are weird because they use FIAT CURRENCY. Then this happens.

That's about the point where I threw up my hands and closed the tab.[2]

I think the problem was the bait-and-switch. I wouldn't have minded if the entire comic had been like that from the beginning, since then I would have had that warning and wouldn't have had all my exceptations changed out from under me. Like I said, I read Atlas Shrugged. And I certainly wouldn't have minded if it hadn't turned into an Author Tract. Changing after I got invested both felt like a betrayal and got really annoying in the way any preaching is annoying when you aren't expecting it.

In writing this, I also realized something else that annoyed me: Lunar society isn't contrasted with any of the other future societies because up to that point almost nothing is described about them. Earth is a cyberpunk hellhole ruled over by a bunch of megacorporations where the population has been genetically engineered into a caste system...and that's about all that's revealed, so Lunar society is a transparently obvious critique of modern America with out-of-control cops, corporations bribing the government, two tiers of justice depending on whether you're rich or poor, a ban on the carrying of personal weapons without a permit, FIAT CURRENCY, etc., etc., etc. So the two societies we know anything about are dystopic, and the main character's habitat is apparently a libertarian paradise which maintains its liberty by virtue of not having to tell us how it actually works.

While looking around the internet for other people's opinion on the topic, I found a Charles Stross essay about how space is often cast is a frontier. In American fiction, the big frontier we always think of is the West back during the days of Manifest Destiny[3], and so space is often cast as the Wild West. But when you think about it, space is really nothing like the Wild We-


...>_>

But seriously, the usual categorization is Earth groaning under bureaucracy and extreme regimentation, while the true free spirits head out to the asteroids or the outer colonies or whatever to make their fortunes away from the panopticon and obsessive nit-picking of all those dirtgrubbers. But really, this makes no sense. As Stross mentions, on Earth it's easy to strike it off alone and go live in your own community in the wilderness because there's actual wilderness where people can live. In space, the environment is actively trying its level best to murder you literally every second and only constant effort prevents your horrific death by decompression or asphyxiation or radiation poisoning or any of the other ways to die that are really unlikely on Earth. To avoid that, any government in space is way more likely to be a dystopian hellhole than to be some kind of minarchist utopia. And I guess Quantum Vibe does have 2 hellholes to 1 utopias, so that's a start. But one of those is Earth, which gets no points because it doesn't need a dystopia to maintain its very existence.

Summary: Bait-and-switches are terrible, especially if you initially expected it but were lulled into a false sense of security.

[1]: I am aware the Objectivism and Libertarianism are overlapping circles on the Venn.
[2]: Though finally noticing the author's Twitter feed on the side of the page didn't help either.
[3]: To the extent that those days are over, anyway.
dorchadas: (Zombies together!)
Just the threat of zombies, which actually made it a lot more sinister, I think.

I was in Geneva, but it wasn't really Geneva. It actually looked a lot like Tokyo if Tokyo had been scaled down so that no building was more than ten stories tall, but I still knew it was Geneva because of that odd certainty you have in dreams. There was some kind of festival going on--I think it was a marathon or something--but anyway, the streets were filled with people. Despite the festival settings, the mood was pretty grim. There were a lot of odd rumors going around and people holding worried conversations, talking about riots happening far away, news of disturbances, that kind of thing. It was really Masque of the Red Death, actually.

I remember it being really jump-cutty, if that's a legitimate word. There'd be a scene where I'd overhear some people talking about how they hadn't heard from a friend for a while, and then I'd be somewhere else watching the runners but also seeing how everyone else was distracted and seeing the worried looks on people's faces, constantly ramping up the tension. The end result is that I slept pretty poorly and constantly woke up, and of course since it was one of those dreams, I just end up falling back into it once I fell asleep again.

It all came to a head in the early morning, when in the dream I started hearing this kind of odd roaring sound in the distance, maybe like crowds of people running. It was a marathon (I think?), but this was still really loud and out of character for the race. Some of the people nearby started looking around worriedly, and I looked in the direction of the noise and saw people running as fast as they can towards us and away from whatever was making the noise, and that was it. I had had enough, and I took off through the crowd away from whatever the other people were running from. I think I might have attended the festival with some friends, but at that point, everything was forgotten in my haste to get away. I ran for a few moments and then I woke up, my heart racing and almost sending me running up and out of bed before I realized where I was and that I was perfectly safe.

The last zombie dream I remember involved a lot more Resident Evil IV-style atmosphere, with me and whoever else was in the dream with me crowbaring and shooting them down by the dozen. I didn't even see a single zombie in this dream--I didn't even know if they were zombies, it might have been a Martian invasion or demons from Hell a la Doom--and it was a whole lot scarier than that other dream. Truly was it said:
The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.
-H.P. Lovecraft, Supernatural Horror in Literature
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