September 17, 2002

Life vs Science Fiction

So I’ve spent some time thinking what I should write about as my very first entry into this. Do I make it mundane and about the weather? Perhaps a little more ego centric and discuss computer games? Maybe completely random and just say ‘hi’? Then somewhere in the random firing of neurons and the constant media bombardment I actually came up with something vaguely topical, it may get a little convoluted by the train of thought is in here somewhere.
It was five minutes of a cosmosology program n the ABC that got things started. The new theory is that the universe will just keep on expanding forever. No eventual slow down and then great collapse, just greater and greater distance between the few solid objects out there. Of course they were talking in terms of billions of years but the comment made was that eventually there would be so much distance between bodies that there would be no stars to light the way, no heat and little chance of life in any form we could comprehend.
Possibly not the most heart warming thought, especially if you have a tendency to over think things. With this somewhat darker and potentially depressing thought in mind I changed channels on the television, after all, the glowing one eyed creature is supposed to entertain me and make me feel better, right? Well it seems the world was conspiring against me that day. News reports on two channels, one in regards September 11th memorials, the other of the US president talking about going to war with Iraq.
Suddenly a time frame of billions of years did not seem to hold very much significance. The threat of war, the memory of death and an uncertain future, I had had better days. Given one of my primary sources of entertainment was intent on being less jovial I resorted to another and picked up book to read. The title is unimportant, as is its plot, it was science fiction with all the usual trappings of the genre. At this point my thoughts began to wander again.
As a child I would become lost in these fantasy stories, and to a certain extent I still do. Fantasy and science fiction was always fun for me. I read it, I wrote it, I would talk about it with friends. Whether books, comics or movies it was a topic I could become readily enthused about, and still do. Upon reading this time I found myself wondering why I enjoyed it so much, and the answer came quite easily. I expected to see the things that were considered fiction. I am certain as a child I considered it inevitable that one day there would be laser guns and spaceships, transporters and flying cars. Not only that they would exist but that they would exist in my lifetime.
And as this thought occurred to me I realised some small part of me lives in hope that they still will.
So where does all this lead? Instead of answering, even if I could, I would prefer to leave it with a question. How many other people have ever felt even the slightest bit in the same way? Do you read or what programs that lead you to hope for something better? A better world, a better way of life, something to aspire to whether it be a realistic dream or not? Perhaps if we all keep those dreams a little closer then there would be something to ward us against the ugliness of the world. Hope.

My niece is fourteen months old. If I am never to see spaceships and flying cars then I hope she will.

posted on September 17, 2002 at 12:22 PM by Lee.
Comments

Ahh, Lee you optimist you.

What I thought would happen by now when I was a kid:
1. Life on Mars - ours or theirs it didn't matter
2. Clean air and no water pollution
3. People have learnt how to fly just by themselves - without technology!

I was only briefly a reader of sci-fi fantasy but I understand the impulse. As you can see, I was an optimist too.

posted on September 17, 2002 4:00 PM by fleur.

Well, there's the whole (start of, not end of) Y2K thing where we all thought "hey, where's our silver spacesuits, fishbowl helmets and food reduced to a pill ?"

But consider that for a moment.

I don't to eat a pill every day, I want to enjoy an actual meal, preferably shared with other people in some kind of Natural Discourse (in my case, this usually turns out to be lunch, but any meal of the day is fine).

I don't want to wear a silver spacesuit every day of my life - you reckon you'd get bored of it after a week or two, right ?

It's hard to remember details of particular sci-fi stuff I read as a younger person (I guess i've killed some of those brain cells), but it always seemed as if the minutiae of daily life was somehow no longer important - they'd Solved Those Probems - and this enabled people to get on with Rescuing The Universe(tm).

These days, it's the minutiae of daily life that keeps me going, in a way. I'm coming to understand what a Monash co-worker used to tell me about Tuesday lunch at the local Chinese restaurant being the highlight of his week. I haven't quite gotten down the path of loathing my job - certainly not yet - but it's a sense of balancing the important with the unimportant that keeps me going. Balance. Yes. That's it.

I never thought anything like that would happen when I was a kid. I was probably too busy thinking about how I'd be shooting wamp rats in my T-16 back home...

posted on September 17, 2002 10:33 PM by cos.

In one word, teleportation. Aside from an odd moment in the shower when I was about ten in which I wondered if we were all the products of a robot's imagination, my abiding sci-fi dreamwish has been teleportation. Every single aspect of it - the physics, the social effects, the logistics (would you have mass teleports at 8.59 every morning?) - still holds interest for me.

posted on September 18, 2002 8:47 AM by darren.

Me, I sat stunned watching television last night as an appeal came on for money for the spinal research institute who are claiming to be able to cure broken spines within five years. (They just need more money, hence the ad).

The wonders of modern medicine cure so many ills. And, indeed, if I were ill, I'd want that medicine. But project it into the future with a population who ages slowly, who is always healthy. The logistics are the subject of science fiction nightmare societies.

So I guess what I'm trying to say is that, as a child the escapist aspects of sci-fi/fantasy were what fired my imagination (castles in the sky, being able to fly, to live and love on remote planets, to communicate via thought without language, to learn in your sleep or by taking a pill...) but as an adult I can consider the implications and most of them leave me with the chills for the problems future generations will face. I don't think the world's grasp of ethics are set up to handle most of the things our imaginations can bring into reality.

posted on September 18, 2002 9:04 AM by nicola.
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