So, Mike (student, not teacher) comes up to me and asks what I thought of the reading. Scary. Weird. Dead on. You get the point. But, frankly, my very first impression was this:
1. This is like an IF (interactive fiction game).
2. This makes me think of the odd, but classical forecasting of things to come in books like The Time Traveler, 1984 and Brave New World. I didn’t like the last two pieces, but it did not have an impact on my initial impression.
3. I wondered if I could make a game based upon The Machine Stops.
As usual, I take notes while reading. Unfortunately, I haven’t finished reading (I will in the next 15 minutes), so my thoughts are from the first half of the story.
I think The Machine Stops is more relevant now in the age of social media than even in the early Internet days.
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CommLab Week 2 Assignment: The Machine Stops [Response]
Immediate response: I liked it. I instantly thought of my classics like the Time Traveler, Choose Your Own Adventure Books and IF (interactive fiction).
The names of the characters stood out to me, not seeming of anglo origin and yet the author appears to be. Although the story was published in 1909 and the concepts remarkably reveal technologies we currently employ, I wasn’t completely surprised. Ideas have a way of entering our minds well before they are manifested materially (think Brave New World, 1984, etc.).
“And of course she had studied the civilization that had immediately
preceded her own – the civilization that had mistaken the functions of the system,
and had used it for bringing people to things, instead of for bringing things to
people. Those funny old days, when men went for change of air instead of changing
the air in their rooms!” p.5 of The Machine Stops.
What is interesting about this statement is that her current civilization appears to bring more people together, but isolates at the same time. Breadth of interactions increases, but depth is stunted. IM is great for rapid fire communication, but it, along with email has played a part of miscommunication. People somehow assume tones implied in words.
“She resumed her life.
But she thought of Kuno as a baby, his birth, his removal to the public nurseries, her
own visit to him there, his visits to her-visits which stopped when the Machine had
assigned him a room on the other side of the earth. “Parents, duties of,” said the book
of the Machine,” cease at the moment of birth. P.422327483.” True, but there was
something special about Kuno – indeed there had been something special about all
her children – and, after all, she must brave the journey if he desired it” p.6 of The Machine Stops
Yikes! I come from a totally different upbringing. Parents, duties of, remain forever in my book. ; -D It seems that in spite of what the book of the Machine says, natural maternal instinct remains. It could be said that in spite of technology becoming more central to how we communicate collectively, the need for physical interaction remains important and can not be completely removed from our nature.
“Yet as Vashti saw the vast flank of the ship, stained with exposure to the outer air,
her horror of direct experience returned. It was not quite like the air-ship in the
cinematophote. For one thing it smelt – not strongly or unpleasantly, but it did smell,
and with her eyes shut she should have known that a new thing was close to her.
Then she had to walk to it from the lift, had to submit to glances form the other
passengers. The man in front dropped his Book – no great matter, but it disquieted
them all. In the rooms, if the Book was dropped, the floor raised it mechanically, but
the gangway to the air-ship was not so prepared, and the sacred volume lay
motionless. They stopped – the thing was unforeseen – and the man, instead of
picking up his property, felt the muscles of his arm to see how they had failed him.
Then some one actually said with direct utterance: “We shall be late” – and they
trooped on board, Vashti treading on the pages as she did so.” P.7
Has technology become an idol? Will we get to a point where we prefer virtual, simulated experiences to actual, direct ones? Are we already there (video games, virtual worlds, social media)?
Thinking back to a line about unrest remaining in the soul—as humans, we are carnal and spiritual- so I don’t think we could exist without tending to our whole existence, even if I do place emphasis on a more glorified state through the unseen of our persona (our spirits and souls).
It’s interesting how the characters seem to the loathe actual existence as evidenced during the air ship travel.
“To “keep pace with the sun,” or even to outstrip it, had been the aim of the
civilization preceding this. Racing aeroplanes had been built for the purpose,
capable of enormous speed, and steered by the greatest intellects of the epoch.
Round the globe they went, round and round, westward, westward, round and round,
amidst humanity”s applause. In vain. The globe went eastward quicker still, horrible
accidents occurred, and the Committee of the Machine, at the time rising into
prominence, declared the pursuit illegal, unmechanical, and punishable by
Homelessness.
Of Homelessness more will be said later.
Doubtless the Committee was right. Yet the attempt to “defeat the sun” aroused the
last common interest that our race experienced about the heavenly bodies, or indeed
about anything. It was the last time that men were compacted by thinking of a power
outside the world. The sun had conquered, yet it was the end of his spiritual
dominion. Dawn, midday, twilight, the zodiacal path, touched neither men”s lives
not their hearts, and science retreated into the ground, to concentrate herself upon
problems that she was certain of solving.” P.8
Are we so different? We explore in the name of science but only what seems to be “rational”. What is rational, anyway?
“When Vashti served away form the sunbeams
with a cry, she behaved barbarically – she put out her hand to steady her.
“How dare you!” exclaimed the passenger. “You forget yourself!”
The woman was confused, and apologized for not having let her fall. People never
touched one another. The custom had become obsolete, owing to the Machine.” P. 8
Warning to players of MMORPG! My cousins and I do communicate via a server and IM. Hmmm…
Individuality, self-discovery, self-will, religion (or rather faith) and diversity are frowned upon, even unthinkable. Does technology create this or facilitate and reflect our own behaviors and cultural shifts? (see exchange between Kumo and Vashti about the threat of homelessness).
“In the dawn of the world our weakly must be exposed on Mount Taygetus, in its
twilight our strong will suffer euthanasia, that the Machine may progress, that the
Machine may progress, that the Machine may progress eternally.” P.11
Can we say MATRIX???
“For Kuno had lately asked to be a father, and his request had been refused by the
Committee. His was not a type that the Machine desired to hand on.” P.12
“It was easy at first. The mortar had somehow rotted, and I soon pushed some more
tiles in, and clambered after them into the darkness, and the spirits of the dead
comforted me. I don”t know what I mean by that. I just say what I felt. I felt, for the
first time, that a protest had been lodged against corruption, and that even as the
dead were comforting me, so I was comforting the unborn. I felt that humanity
existed, and that it existed without clothes. How can I possibly explain this? It was
naked, humanity seemed naked, and all these tubes and buttons and machineries
neither came into the world with us, nor will they follow us out, nor do they matter
supremely while we are here. Had I been strong, I would have torn off every
garment I had, and gone out into the outer air unswaddled. But this is not for me,
nor perhaps for my generation. I climbed with my respirator and my hygienic
clothes and my dietetic tabloids! Better thus than not at all.” P.12
It’s interesting that Vashti continues to think her son is not one who has ideas, when Kuno seems to be the only one with the biggest idea—of a world beyond conformity to a literal and figurative machine—the system.
“The Machine has been most merciful.”
“I prefer the mercy of God.” P.16
So do I! Vashti considers Kuno’s statement superstitious even though her own sentiments about the Machine sound very similar.
“Oh, tomorrow – some fool will start the Machine again, tomorrow.” P.23
Is anything new? I do not believe so. I do not think carnal man truly learns from the past.