Showing posts with label Assimilation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Assimilation. Show all posts

Thursday 14 January 2021

WEAKNESS








No One knows him better than I do.

The Extreme Lengths to which Our Boy has gone to Make Himself Strong are powerful indicators of The Weakness he feels that he must overcome.

That Weakness is still thereinside.


-- Hurt.

Doctor Simon, Hurt.

He's Daddy's Evil Twin -- 

And Your Own.




 


"Samson’s Hair. 
Achilles’ Heel. 
The oddly elaborate gymnastic contortions that exposed the vulnerable spots of Celtic superwarriors. 

Even the greatest heroes needed a weakness
or there would be no drama, no fall or redemption.

  If nothing could hurt Superman, 
what could hurt him?

  In fact, Weisinger and his writers understood 
The Most Important Thing
about Superman: 

That His Heart 
was vulnerable
and 
His Self-Esteem 
could be fragile

The Super was just 
The Icing on The Cake, 
The sugar coating : 

These were stories about 
Man and His Role 
in A New World.

  But now that The Man of Tomorrow had achieved near-divine heights of omnipotence, The Need for some kind of convincing Physical Vulnerability was becoming greater. 

Or so goes the prevailing opinion. 

The glowing green killer mineral Kryptonite had been introduced in the 1943 Superman radio series. 

The contaminated remains of Superman’s Home Planet fell to Earth in meteor form—much more often than the debris of A Distant World might reasonably be expected to fall, and in sufficient quantities to threaten Superman’s Life on a regular basis. 

As a weapon, it had a certain symbolic resonance: 
The notion that radioactive fragments 
of Superman’s Birth World 
had become toxic to him 
spoke of The Old Country, 
The Old Ways, 
The Threat of The Failure 
to Assimilate.

 
Superman was a 
naturalised American

The last thing he needed 
were these lethal reminders of 
Where He’d Come From; 

That he, The Son of Lordly Scientists, 
had been reduced to 
Toiling in a farmer’s field or 
Minding the general store.

  Weisinger knew how his young readers’ minds worked 
and stretched the idea a little further: 

If there was Green Kryptonite, 
couldn’t there be other colors too

The prismatic splintering began 
with the invention of Red K
The Cool Kryptonite --

Possibly because it made literal 
The Master Silver Age Theme 
of Bodily Transformation. 

It was mineral LSD for Superman, 
affecting not just His Mind 
but also reshaping His Body 
into A Playground of Fleshly Hallucination.

  No two trips on Red K 
were the samein-story 
logic promised. 

Red K would affect Superman 
in a different way every time 
and theoretically might never become boring. 

So, under its influence, Superman might develop 
The Head of An Ant, scaling The Daily Planet building as 
The Commander of a Nightmarish Army of 
Giant Insects —

“BZZ-BZZZ … 
WE MUST CAPTURE LOIS LANE … 
SHE WILL BE OUR QUEEN!”

— or split into Good Clark, Bad Superman
or even become goofy for forty-eight hours.

  Red K and The Silver Age are inextricable. 

Red K was LSD for superheroes, and under its influence 
Superman could unclench 
his entire being and 
Walk The Razor’s Edge 
of Joyous Self-Abandonment 
and Ego-Annihilating Terror — 

An American Pioneer.

Red-K served equally as a handy metaphor 
for the adolescent hormonal shifts, physical changes, 
and weird moods of elation and despair 
that were being experienced by its readers.

  Other Kryptonite variants were created 
as plot mechanics demanded 
rather than with any eye to longevity

That’s Why --
Gold Kryptonite 
removes Superman’s Powers permanently
Blue Kryptonite 
affects only Bizarros, 
and 
White Kryptonite 
is deadly to plants
which makes it about as interesting 
as matches, DDTor a stout spade.

But, of course, 
Superman’s Ultimate Weakness 
was his Secret identity

Why wouldn’t shy Clark Kent 
choose to tear open his shirt 
and reveal to his unrequited love 
The Potent God-Man behind the buttons? 

Instead he hid The Truth from Lois Lane, 
devising deceptions that became so elaborate as to be cruel : 
The Ghastly Tricks of Semantics 
a Man-Boy might play on a Child-Woman, 
all in the guise of 
“Teaching Her a Lesson.”


  A story like “The Two Faces of Superman” showed the hero promising to marry Lois Lane but only if she met him at a particular time outside the church. 
When she met his conditions, 
he contrived to seal her car door with his heat vision so that she couldn’t get out. 
Unable to marry him at precisely the correct hour meant that Lois forfeited her chance. 
A relieved, chortling Superman took to the skies, having hoodwinked the predator once more.








  Like RumpelstiltskinTom Tit Tot, and the other creatures of folklore who knew that 
names held power 
and kept theirs secret, 
Superman maintained his distance 
from Clark and vice versa. 
Their paths rarely crossed

He hid His Heart in a plain suit, 
behind glasses. 

For Lois, A Girl, to know Who He Was would be The End. 

She’d only pressure him into exchanging his gaudy suit and life of adventure for something less embarrassing, more domestic. 

She would expect him to be home for dinner, when there were stricken ocean liners to rescue. 

In the end, his self-deceiving fantasies of one day carrying Lois up the aisle were just that, and if he married Lois, he’d be Clark forever

It wouldn’t matter how strong or fast he was, he’d be Clark racing around the globe to pick up groceries. "



....or making soufflés with his heat-vison



"I never drink when I fly."

** TAKES A DRINK **

** LOSES THE ABILITY TO FLY **

Monday 4 January 2021

Unworthy of Assimilation




Angry and Frustrated, Spike has a schoolteacher by The Collar

I’m a veal kind of guy — You’re too old to eat.

He snaps his neck instead.

But not to kill.

I feel much better.




MARY SHELLEY :
What is your name, sir?

Our Lady : 
Mary, this is not a good time to talk.

MARY SHELLEY : 
Or names. Are you several men? 
A composite of parts.

CYBERMAN: 
I am BETTER than Men.

MARY SHELLEY :
Yet I still see a soul in there.

CYBERMAN: (laughs) 
What do you think you see, child?

MARY SHELLY : 
I see the man who spared my son. 
Were you a father, before?

CYBERMAN: 
I was.

MARY SHELLEY :
You didn't want to be this way. 
They hurt you, this modern Prometheus. 
You loved once. 
And were loved in return. 
You do not wish to kill.

(She holds out her hand, and it touches it.)

CYBERMAN: 
My name was Ashad. 
I DID spare your son... 

(then grabs her arm) 


Because he's a useless runt, sickly and weak. 


And I DID have children. 
I slit their throats when they joined The Resistance.

(It switches to holding the back of her neck.)

CYBERMAN: 
In Death we are transformed, improved, updated, as you will learn.



SEVEN: 
You are a peculiar creature, Neelix.

NEELIX: 
Thanks. I think.... 
Ah! Here it is. 

Oh, this will be perfect for containing a small amount of protomatter.
 
Last time I used this Little Wonder I nearly lost it to the Kazon.

SEVEN: 
The Kazon -- Species-329.

NEELIX: 
You're familiar with them.

SEVEN: 
The Borg encountered a Kazon colony in the Gand Sector, grid 6929.

NEELIX: 
Were they assimilated?

SEVEN: 
Their Biological and Technological Distinctiveness was unremarkable

They were Unworthy of Assimilation.

NEELIX: 
I didn't realise the Borg were so discriminating.

SEVEN: 
Why assimilate a species that would detract from Perfection?

NEELIX: 
Good Point. 





Friday 28 April 2017

How Assimilation Became a Dirty Word : MANIFEST DESTINY


We are The Borg. 

Lower your shields and surrender your ships.

We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. 
Your culture will adapt to service us. 

Resistance is Futile.


Assimilation : The Arthurian Dream

 



[Captain's office]

(Sisko switches on a wall monitor.) 

EDDINGTON [on monitor]: 
Captain. 

SISKO: 
Mister Eddington. 
I have just one question. 

Why? 

EDDINGTON 
[on monitor]: 
Will knowing my personal motivation change anything at this point? 

SISKO: 
No, I don't suppose it will. 

EDDINGTON 
[on monitor]: 
Then let's table that for now. 

The only reason I've contacted you is to ask you to leave us alone. 


Our quarrel is with the Cardassians, not the Federation. 


Leave us alone and I can promise you you'll never hear from the Maquis again. 

SISKO:
 Unless you see another shipment you want to hijack. 

EDDINGTON 
[on monitor]: 
You keep sending replicators to Cardassia and you're going to have a lot more to worry about than hijackings. 

SISKO: 
I don't respond well to threats. 
I thought you would know that by now. 
But I'm beginning to see that you don't know me at all. 

EDDINGTON 
[on monitor]: 
I know you. I was like you once, but then I opened my eyes. 
Open your eyes, Captain. 

Why is the Federation so obsessed about the Maquis? 


We've never harmed you, and yet we're constantly arrested and charged with terrorism. Starships chase us through the Badlands and our supporters are harassed and ridiculed


Why? 


Because we've left the Federation, 

and that's the one thing you can't accept. 

Nobody leaves Paradise. 

Everyone should want to be in the Federation. 

Hell, you even want the Cardassians to join. 


You're only sending them replicators because one day they can take their rightful place on the Federation Council. 


You know, in some ways you're worse than the Borg. 

At least they tell you about their plans for assimilation. 

You're more insidious. 

You assimilate people and they don't even know it. 

SISKO: 

You know what, Mister Eddington? 
I don't give a damn what you think of the Federation, the Maquis, or anything else. 
All I know is that you betrayed your oath, your duty, and me. And if it takes me the rest of my life, I will see you standing before a court-martial that'll break you and send you to a penal colony, where you will spend the rest of your days growing old and wondering whether a ship full of replicators was really worth it.


"For [Sisko/Roddenbury, The United Federation of Planets] means... a fixed array of behavior like a breed of dog or a species of animal. 
He is not thinking of a national community united by a literate language and a classical culture to which any person can become assimilated through a political choice. 
For [Sisko/Roddenberry, The United Federation of Planets] is unchangeable, and [The Federation] is destiny. 
It is a matter of blood and soil. 
The United Federation of Planets fights the Klingons,
and then assimilates them,

The United Federation of Planets fights Romulans,and then assimilates them,

The United Federation of Planets fights Ferrengi,  
and then assimilates them,

The United Federation of Planets fights The Borg,
and then assimilates them,


The United Federation of Planets fights The Cardassians,
and then assimilates them,

The United Federation of Planets fights The Dominion,
and then assimilates them,

and so on through all eternity. 

These hatreds are the main datum of sensory perception.
[Roddenberry's] warhorse is the Territorial Imperative. 
Each is obsessed with borders and territory [Neutral Zones and Demilitarised Zones, Badlands and Briar Patches], and each finds a way to oppose and sabotage dirigistic economic development. 

Each one is eager to submerge and repress other national groupings in pursuit of its own mystical destiny. 


This is [Roddenberry's] racist gospel of universal ethnic cleansing.