“Run, runner. Run!”
Do you ever feel like it’s Last Day?
No, it captured my imagination with it’s projected future…one devoid of human freedom. Real freedom…the freedom fail and starve, but also the freedom to explore and grow. To question. To rebel.
Hell, I’ve spent countless hours worrying about the future. As a former “Born Again” Christian, I know that there are millions of Ameican’s waiting for the Second Coming, happy to see Bush push us towards Armageddon and bracing for the rise of the Beast. I watched the Armageddon films during Bible study…if you didn’t get Raptured and refused the Mark of the Beast? Well, you’d get no food…no medicine…and then they’d finally come and take you to a concentration camp where your head would be chopped off.
God loves you, by the way.
Anyway…we are heading down the path to an Apocalyptic future. We will bomb Iran. RFID chips will be implanted. Biowarfare is advancing…and “we,” along with the Israelis, have been cooking up “ethnic bombs.” These are bioweapons that attack specific genotypes. In other words, bioweapons and germs that attack only Blacks, or Arabs, or Chinese. Genotypes are the genetic markers that give us our ethnic/racial characteristics and these weapons go after specific genotypes..
Mel Gibson is trying to warn us of the folly of human sacrifice, and the crushing self-destruction of “civilizations” that organize around religion. “Apocalypto”…go see it on the big screen. Totally worth it. Mel’s crazy, but he’s genius.
But it may be more like “Children of Men.” A bleak, 1984-esque world where, for some reason, human fertility is over. We cannot reproduce. I guarantee you, though, that the super rich will always have access to the techonolgy…the genetic enginneering…that will sustain them and, eventually, dispose of us.
Which brings me back to the dystopian utopia of Logan’s Run. Would it be worth it to live for a few decades, have lots of sex and a full belly…then be burned out in favor of the next generation? If you haven’t see “The Island,” give it a chance. It’s a bit hokey. Too much gratuitous action. But the coming of cloning…which is upon us, my friends…is going to change us. All of us. Those who cannot afford to buy a clone? Can’t afford cutting edge genetic therapies? We may wish for the subtle, time-sensitive life of Logan. Enjoy the gifts of a managed utopia and then ride the Carousel into oblivion.