Terminator: Machines Really Did Take Over The World
Okay. So it is 1984. It really is 1984. And there is this great film. Arnold arrives naked. And we see flying robots. Drones. Shooting down at us. And they are hell bent on the destruction of the human race.
And it’s a wasteland in the visions that John Conor’s dad remembers from the future. All far fetched. Except it isn’t. The machines were subtler than we gave them credit for. I say as I tap this out on my beautiful silver machine that seems innocuous. That seems benign.
They really did take over the world. I say as I feel wound up if I haven’t opened my email for an hour and made sure someone of that lost species is reaching out to me or I am reaching out to them.
And we really are subservient. We really do obey their every command as they drill themselves further into our subconscious. Make us incapable.
Incapable of what?
I’ve just left an art exhibition, curated by Turner Prize winning Elizabeth Price. On one wall is a series of photos of ticker tape descending on Chicago or some other American city. At first it reminds me of 9/11. It looks like the buildings are falling down. Then I have a closer look and some people are smiling.
What is most interesting is there are thousands of them stood on the wide American streets, all partaking in the exuberance. I have no idea what it is about. There are flags flying. Hanging from buildings. Waved by participants.
Ticker tape comes from a machine. The original web. The original way to control our feelings. Masses of us just waving. There may be a death, a birth, someone on anti depressants, someone feeling lonely. But we are all there just being positive. They are all there just being positive. Waving their little flags. Being controlled.
‘This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill — the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill — you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes. Remember: all I’m offering is the truth. Nothing more.’
Last Thursday I vomited the blue pill back up.
I’m scared to swallow the red pill.