And my most salient conclusion
was that Science Fiction is predictive.
But I fudged part
of my conclusion because I couldn't admit the truth. I concluded
that human kind has a 50 / 50
chance of survival. But what I couldn't admit at the time was
that I saw no hope for us at all.
Yikes. And my paranoia has returned or rather the validity
of my thesis keeps recurring.
"You shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you
mad." - Aldous Huxley
courtesy of Lars von Trier from his Science Fiction film: Melancholia.
© 2011 Zentropa, Canal +, arte France Cine´ma, and
Over the past thirty years I
have blandly gone about my nebulous existence expecting the end
to occur at any time. And frankly I'm surprised that we're still
here. I expected us to get nuked
in the eighties under
Reagan. And only recently has information reached me
that we almost did. I have always expected the
Earth to get creamed by something. In my
2007 Science Fiction novel
Hephzibah of Heaven, I wrote about asteroid
Lucifer colliding with the
Earth and ending all life. The film
Melancholia (2011) by
Lars von Trier reiterated the futility of such an event.
And increasingly of late, we seem to have more than the usual
number of rocky visitors or is it that we simply have more cameras
everywhere catching these space rocks as they burn through our
atmosphere? Or is this uptick the preamble to a major hit?
SARS scare, the bird flu
scares, the Ebola scare and
the very real but utterly swept under the carpet
AIDS epidemic that continues to kill
millions around the world every year convinced me that
the powers that be
had turned to bio-weaponry
to wipe us out and we wouldn't see ourselves surviving the
twentieth century. Then 911
occurred and things turned to terrorism as the more likely
excuse for human decimation on a potential scale that we had
not seen before. But that never gelled
But the question that I began
to ask is this: Would the powers
that be inform us if the
end was neigh? I doubt it. They would be safe in their
deep, hardened, fully supplied bunkers hiding like
cockroaches well in advance of the cataclysm, and remain
there for years, if need be, while we faced the horror of atomic
devastation, or killer asteroid, or solar flare and the nuclear
winter that followed. Why? Well, we are expandable. We are the
hoi polloi, the average people,
the riff raff, the toilers,
the workers. And besides, the world is overcrowded anyway. So,
to the powers that be,
we are better off gone. And while they are underground
all snug in their beds, like The
Night before Christmas, we would perish like insects
hitting the electrified grid of a
bug zapper. I don't know about you, but that
pisses me off. Perhaps it
pisses you off too. And we voted for these guys.
Over the past few months I have
every morning to watch Ben
Davidson touch upon the latest
Cosmopoetic, Geopoetic and
Homopoetic happenings in his
4 Minute News. And his occasional mentions of
a celestial kill shot
sends shivers through me because, as in the
Science Fiction film Knowing
(2009) by Alex Proyas
we do indeed receive the lethal kill
shot that fries Earth.
Do I smell burning hair? To me, knowing that
Science Fiction is predictive continues to be unsettling.
If a giant meteor or planet doesn't collide with us, then our
sun will simply have indigestion one day, send a
coronal mass ejection in our direction, and it will be
adios muchachos. As
banal as scientists and Science Fiction
writers make it sound, and everyone keeps saying it of
late, as in the Science Fiction
film Armageddon (1998)
by Michael Bay, where the
NASA official says:
"It isn't a matter of if. It's a matter of when,"
the futility of our demise saddens me deeply. And it alarms me.
And it raises the question: What are we doing about it? Is there
anything we can do about it? And where the
Hell is our space program when we need it to get us
out of Dodge if and when disaster beckons?
Is it my imagination or are we
still in the sixties in terms
of our space program? Being able to put a mere handful of astronauts
into space at one time just doesn't cut it when the survival
of billions is involved. Sure
we have faster computers, but we have returned to capsules. Where
is the innovation? Where are the alternative technologies that
we once talked about to propel thousands
of people into space at a time? This
Chinese rocket technology that we use to launch everything
into space has been around for ten
thousand years. Give me a
break. It's great for sky rockets and for warfare, but
it is limited when it comes to propelling anything substantial
through our atmosphere. I cannot believe that
NASA is the only program going out there and that a return
to capsule technology for the future
Orion mission is as good as
it gets. It is so incredulously stupid that I cannot
believe it is true. Personally, I hope it is part of the magic
trick, part of the scam, part
of the redirection to distract us from the truth. And the truth
may very well be that a spaceship is being built in secret by
the rich and the powerful, the politicians, and the
Illuminati to whisk them away before an
Extinction Level Event occurs.
The truth may be similar to what
I wrote in Hephzibah of Heaven.
The following is an excerpt:
construction of spaceship Noah was the best kept secret of the
middle twenty-first century. Noah was an ark. Its purpose was
to store every major life form on Earth considered suitable for
reintroduction into Earth's biosphere, out of harm's way, in
case disaster struck on a global scale, in case the planet faced
an Extinction Level Event. Ironically, the selection process
itself brought about a mass extinction of sorts. It reduced the
forty million available species of life on Earth down to one
hundred forty-four thousand samples, including its precious human
a century, every major country on the planet archived their own
biological arks in dark, deep, dry, underground vaults. The Illuminati
assumed, if disaster struck the Earth, mankind would survive
to reseed the planet from at least one of the vaults. Viewpoints
changed after Shoemaker-Levy 9 collided with Jupiter in the last
decade of the twentieth century. The Illuminati and their scientists
stopped to consider the very real possibility that Earth could
be hit by a planet killer, that Velikovsky had been right all
along when he wrote Worlds in Collision. Later, they changed
could to would. It was only a question of when. In light of an
Extinction Level Event, the biological arks distributed around
the world no longer made sense. So, the space ark was built.
Noah was designed to carry the reduced biosphere of planet Earth
in a spaceship. It would carry animals, humankind, and plants.
It would carry everything needed to reseed Earth in a state of
was an insurance policy for human survival. Adult humans, modified
genetically by viral carriers containing the antifreeze gene,
as it was called, rested in a state of deep cold awaiting reanimation.
those freezers were the Illuminati, heads of government, foreign
investors in Project Noah, Alpha supermen and superwomen to perpetuate
the cult of greatness established by the Illuminati and their
strange bedfellows, Beta breeders to be the mothers of the future,
technicians and tradesmen, and a company of elite soldiers.
soldiers traveled aboard Noah because the Illuminati and the
politicians requested them. The soldiers guaranteed that the
men who were in power would be in power in the future.
Martin was responsible for designing, building, and testing Noah.
Shepherd was stationed at their Site 10 facility at U. S. Air
Force Plant 42, in Palmdale, California. Noah's components were
manufactured there, in secret, not far from Los Angeles, within
the fourteen square miles of the Mojave Desert controlled by
the components were ready, they were shipped from Site 10 at
the Plant 42 complex. They were loaded aboard C-5 Galaxys, C-17
Globemasters, and C-141 Starlifters, and flown from runway 7/25
to Air Force Flight Test Center, Detachment 3, in Nevada. The
Test Center was located within the boundaries of Nellis Air Force
Base. Among the ranks of conspiracy theorists and UFO nuts, the
Test Center was better known as Area 51, Dreamland, Groom Lake,
and Paradise Ranch.
was assembled deep underground beneath the desert floor at Area
51. It was built far from the prying eyes of gawkers with their
cameras and their telescopic lenses, and far from the one yard
resolution cameras aboard spy satellites passing overhead.
was the most sophisticated spacecraft ever created. It was light
years beyond the flying bricks launched by NASA, from Cape Canaveral,
used to build the International Space Station. Noah was three
football fields long and spoon shaped. Its fusion-driven, electromagnetic,
ion propulsion drive was powerful enough to escape the Earth's
gravity. The ion drive was powerful enough to escape the Sol
system. It was powerful enough to escape the Milky Way Galaxy
and to slingshot around Andromeda.
Orion and the colonization of
Mars is supposedly already in the works. For those brave
souls chosen to go there, it would be a
one way trip. They are already canvassing for volunteers.
I guess we were always destined to become the
Martians, as Ray Bradbury
suggested in his 1950 Science
Fiction short story collection entitled
The Martian Chronicles. Or perhaps, as was suggested
in the Science Fiction film
Mission to Mars (2000)
by Brian De Palma, we are
merely returning home to a planet that was once as lush as
Earth is now but befell planetary disaster long ago.
The point that I made at the
close of my thesis was that if our planet is doomed from so many
sources, the best we could expect is to have a handful of us
survive. Then, at least, all would not be lost. Some of what
is us would survive. And perhaps our knowledge might be preserved
too, but what knowledge? Much of our insidious and perverse knowledge
has led to the destruction of our planetary fauna and flora,
and to the demise of our fellow human beings through our boundless
penchant for war. Perhaps, as the
cyborg states to John Connor
in the 1991 Science Fiction
film Terminator 2: Judgment
Day by James Cameron,
we are our own worst enemy.
We're not gonna make it, are we? People, I mean.
It's in your nature to destroy yourselves.
And as I concluded in my thesis,
the predictive nature of Science Fiction
suggests that we will destroy ourselves unless something
else does it for us, like our own planet: earthquakes, famine,
floods, hurricanes, tornadoes, and etc. comprising the
Geopoetic sources of
Doom; or the sun, asteroids, comets and etc. on collision
course with Earth for that
Extinction Level Event which
I dubbed the Cosmopoetic
sources of Doom; or aliens who want to take over our planet for
its resources, or wish to eat us, or merely to replace us, or
who have been monitoring us and have become
pissed off with us, as in the
1951 Science Fiction film
The Day the Earth Stood Still by
Robert Wise where Klaatu
warns that our planet will be destroyed by robot space police
like Gort if we venture beyond
our own planet with our paranoid and vicious war-like tendencies.
Those are Xenopoetic
sources of Doom.
Taylor plays the traveller in The Time Machine directed
by George Pal based on the 1895 Science Fiction novella by H.G.
Wells. Photo Copyright © 1960 MGM.
H.G. Wells wrestled with at the close of his
1895 Science Fiction novella The Time Machine,
if you were given the opportunity to survive the oncoming onslaught
and could carry three books
into the future with you to rebuild civilization, what would
they be? What would you bring if given the
second chance to make a better world? What
three books would you bring to
Mars or any other place to start again? Think about it.
Talk about it with your friends.
Asimov had a totally different
take on the future of humankind in
Foundation (1951) and the subsequent books in
that series. He saw us expanding into the
Milky Way in a big way. But that positive prediction
is fodder for a future