I’ve talked with Jason and explained the general plot of Blindsight to him, and now I’m trying to decide whether this story deserves to be a feature-length film or a miniseries of short television/web episodes. Working in television might be a little less glamorous than film, but there’s something attractive to me about creating something for it. Maybe it’s that I don’t watch very much of it any more, and I’d like to contribute something I’d consider good in the hopes of improving it. Or maybe I just want to pay tribute to the SciFi originals I used to DVR and watch over Legos as a kid.
Beyond that, my research has been going slowly, and I’m hoping to make some hard progress in the next week. I have received my copy of Screening Space, though. There’s a section in it on aliens, and the failure of SF in many media to portray them well, which I wholeheartedly agree with. They blame this on “anthropormophic reduction” (94), the practice by which completely exotic civilizations are crushed under the weight of the writer’s inability to make them sufficiently unlike-us. They also quote film critic Raymond Durgnat a page earlier, who summed up the problem perfectly with “‘It’s hard enough to understand certain assumptions of the Samoans, the Balinese or the Americans, and all but impossible to empathize into the perceptions and drives of, say, a boa constrictor. How much more difficult then to identify with the notions of, say, the immortal twelve-sensed telepathic polymorphoids whose natural habitat is the ammonia clouds of Galaxy X7?’”
It’s one of the most difficult things to do well in science fiction, to the point that very few writers really bother with it and the academic consensus has often decided that the genre’s just us writing about ourselves in silly googly-eyed costumes. But that’s not what it’s supposed to be, and it isn’t impossible to do correctly, and I know that it isn’t.
In Charles Stross’ Accelerando, humanity makes first contact with “the Wunch”, a set of third-rate subroutines in a greater galactic router-system who steal and brutalize the forms of the unsuspecting as the nasty monsters just outside the playground, only to overcome them easily and start dealing with runaway alien economic systems. In the short story “Love is the Plan the Plan is Death” we see romance and tragedy from the viewpoint of an alien insect with an arachnid mating cycle, and in the more ambitious modern offering “Three Worlds Collide” humanity discovers a society where eating babies is the ultimate moral imperative, for completely intelligible evolved reasons, and then has themselves interrogated by a race which has eliminated all pain and suffering from themselves. And in Blindsight...
Blindsight is named after a condition in certain blind people, those who can’t see because of damage to the brain and not to the eyes, where they can still identify things in moments of danger. If you throw a baseball at one of them, for instance, they’ll catch it without a problem, but they won’t be able to explain how they did it and they’ll continue to insist on not being able to see anything. The brain continues to be a mysterious object, and in Watts’ novel this is one of the core themes; all of the main characters are damaged or split up in some way, their consciousnesses stretched and their minds ravaged in the name of higher learning or personal protection. The aliens themselves don’t seem to be really alive, and it’s revealed in the climax that they aren’t conscious at all. They’re so good at what they do because they don’t have any pesky self-reflection soaking up their neurons, and that’s what makes them so dangerous as a spacefaring race. While we become great at things by training them until we do them without thinking, they can do them that well automatically.
That’s the ultimate horror in this story’s universe, that we aren’t alone in the sense that there are no other creatures in the universe, but just in the sense that there’s never going to be anybody to talk to, anyone remotely comprehensible to us. Humanity is a biological glitch in a universe dominated by much stronger, fitter, survivable species with far fewer qualms about cogito ergo sum.
I just need to figure out how to express that visually, and not by sitting the audience members down and ranting to them about it individually.
Work Cited
Sobchack, V. C. (1987). Screening space: the American science fiction film. Ungar Publishing.
