So, we geocache.Not as much as we used to, but over 15 years ago my family and I began the sport and really got into it for a while.Geocaching involves using a GPS to find a hidden object (“cache”) so that you can log the find.It’s all in good fun.The organization that hosts the website also offers the chance to log “trackables”—these are objects with a unique identifier that you sometimes find in caches and you get credit for logging your find.There are no prizes involved.We started several of these “travel bugs” ourselves, years ago.If you started one you got an email when someone logged it, and you could see how far around the world your little bug had gone.For many years we’ve not heard much about any of ours and assumed them to be MIA.
Recently I started getting several email notices about a resurrected travel bug.It was as if someone had finally found a cache somewhere deep in the Sahara where it’d been hidden for a decade.Then I had an email from a fellow cacher, in German.I figured it must be serious.The message was that a Facebook page was publishing trackable numbers so that anyone could claim to have found them.One of ours was on that list.I went to the page to look.It said, “Let’s face it, it’s all about the numbers.”And they proceeded to list hundreds of numbers so that you could claim to have “found” the pieces with your posterior solidly sunk in your favorite chair.This is annoying not only because we had to pay for the trackable dogtags, but also because it was cheating.I said as much on the page only to have my comment blocked.
How sad is it when people cheat at a game when there’s no gain?All they do is claim to have done something they haven’t, for no prize or recognition.A fun family pastime falls victim to the internet.Ironically, geocaching was really only possible because of the internet.It required a place where players could log their finds in a common database.Facebook, continuing its potential for misuse, allows someone to spoil it.I, along with my unknown German counterpart, reported the page to the powers that be.But since we live in a world where the powers that be don’t recognize any rules beyond inflating their own numbers, I shouldn’t be too optimistic of any results.I guess this is how Republicans play games.
I was searching for someone on the internet (surprisingly, not myself).Since this individual didn’t have much of a platform, I looked at MyLife.com.Such sites draw in the curious and you soon end up paying (I suspect) for any salacious information such as arrest or court records.In any case, what stood out is that we all presumably have a meter on the site that shows whether we’re good or bad.It’s like a Leonard Cohen song.Call me old-fashioned, but that’s what religion used to do.Some forms of Christianity (Calvinism comes to mind) tell you that you can never be good enough.Others are more lax (Episcopalians come to mind), as long as you go to mass enough and feel some guilt for misdeeds, you’ll get in.All the various groups, however, have metrics by which you’re measured, largely based on what you believe.
The odd thing—or one of the odd things—about religion is that it is now categorized as what you believe.Historically religions began as a kind of bellwether of what you do rather than what you believe.The two are related, of course.The motivation behind an action might well be good while the end result is less so.Secular justice regularly seeks to answer the question of why someone did something.Was there malice involved?Aforethought?Was it an unfortunate accident?Religion drives over this ground too.Without getting into the many shades of gray that are morality, value judgments as to the goodness or badness of an action (or a person) were traditionally the purview of religion.
The internet itself has become a kind of god.We turn to it for all kinds of answers.It’s both a Bible and encyclopedia rolled into one.When we want to know something about someone we google them.Some of us have tried to control the narrative about ourselves by making websites.(This, of course, presumes others will be interested in us.)Social media also injects us into larger arteries of traffic.People judge us by what we post or tweet.Often without ever meeting us or getting to know who we really are behind our physical walls.So this person I searched had left little to find.Scraps here and there.I didn’t believe everything I saw on MyLife.After all, not everyone wants to subject her or himself to the constant scrutiny of the connected world.Maybe it’s a religious thing.
According to the New York Times (I don’t have a link, but Google will bring it up), nighttime drone formations have been reported by law enforcement in the Midwest.These obviously precision formations fly over small towns and prairies in Nebraska and Colorado.Now, I write what I consider to be horror fiction, but this is downright scary.We know our government is keeping tabs on us using all kinds of technology, and this could be a government program.It could also, as the article points out, be the mapping project of some corporation (which can be scarier even than the government), seeking natural resources to exploit.Twice this past year I’ve spotted mapping cars with their camera-stalks protruding from their roofs, multiple spider-eyes recording roads and their surroundings.Smile—you’re on candid camera!
At least you could see this kind.
Please don’t think that I suppose myself important enough to be spied upon.Heck, I can’t even get job interviews and my books don’t sell.Still, I am concerned about surveillance.I’ve seen articles suggesting that facial recognition software is now being used by some governments (notably China’s) for keeping track of “people of interest.”I’m more a person of disinterest, but I thought nothing of pausing long enough for the camera at Heathrow customs to record my face and scan my passport as I entered the UK in June.Coming back the same thing happened in Newark.And people wonder why I won’t go into the full body scanners at the airport.Some bits of personal information, particularly those down south, I’d like to keep out of government hands.
Watching the X-Files again has reawakened my suspicion that there are too many secrets.Yes, I know the X-Files are fiction.Still, we know black budgets are as real as the electronic money our banks tell us we have.And some places aren’t even accepting cash any more.I have no idea why fleets of drones may be flying over the Midwest, but the fact that it’s happening at night raises all kinds of worries.The X-Files had us looking for UFOs, but drones come from a far more threatening species.Technology has no controls built in.Kids these days can run virtual circles (and very precise ones at that) around my generation.Listening to them talk tech makes me think English might be a foreign language after all.Nobody requires a permit to fly over your head and take a look.While they’re up there, I wonder if I could convince them to take some pictures of my roof.Those on Google maps don’t give enough resolution to tell the roofers where they should focus next.
It’s funny what sticks in your head.As a ten-year-old 2020 seemed impossibly far in the future.And it was very wet.Not because of global warming, but because of a Saturday-morning cartoon called Sealab 2020.Suffering from thalassophobia, the idea of living under the ocean was both intriguing and terrifying to me.I recall that these underwater scientists had “aqua-gum” that they could chew so they’d be able to breathe and talk when not in the giant domes of the lab itself.While checking out the series online, I was surprised to learn it only had 13 episodes and lasted but three months.I’ve been thinking about it for over 40 years now, silently waiting to see if we would have such places as the deadline drew near.
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Instead in 2020 we have a record low of scientific projects being supported by a science-denying government.Ironically the sea levels are rising because of global warming.We haven’t done our homework and we’re pouting that things aren’t turning out the way we wanted them to.Ours is no longer an evidence-based reality, but one where a tweet of “fake news” is all we need to make the truth a lie.And as the water laps our ankles my thalassophobia starts to kick in.The thing about Sealab is that they had kids there too.Kid scientists.Even more ironically, Richard Nixon was president.His downfall was Watergate—coincidental?—and now we have a president caught red-handed (very Red-handed, even) in crimes while in office and Nixon’s beginning to look like a saint.When did the water get up to my knees?
They wore wetsuits and swim fins quite a lot in the show.Moving under water looked so natural—unlike my flailing when I attempted to swim.It was all about not being able to breathe, in my case.They showed us all kinds of strange animals under the water in Sealab 2020.Animals that we could drive to extinction, it seems, if they got in the way of unbridled greed.I have to admit that I’m a bit disappointed that Sealab misled me.We were heading for an optimistic future back then, even with Nixon justifying the Vietnam War and spying on his political opponents.People were still able to look forward four decades ago, in hopes of a better future.For all these years I’ve been awaiting 2020 only to find the world back behind where it was in 1972.
Time. It’s a resource of which I’ve become acutely aware.If I probe this I find that among the assorted reasons is the fact that I’ve finished my fourth book and I realized I’m much further behind that I’d hoped to be at this point.It took me a decade to get Weathering the Psalms published and Holy Horror seems never to have gotten off the ground.I’ve pretty much decided to try to move on to writing that people might actually read, and academic publishing clearly is not the means of reaching actual readers.I can’t help compare myself with prolific writers like Neal Stephenson.(It helps that he’s a relative.)I just finished Fall, Or Dodge in Hell, and was wowed by the impact of both the Bible and mythology on the story. I’ve always admired the way that writers like Neal can not only comprehend technology, but also can project directions into which it seems to go.
Not to put lots of spoilers here, but the story of one generation of gods being conquered by another is the stuff of classic mythology.Many assume it was the Greeks who came up with the idea, what with their Titans and Olympians and all.In actual fact, these stories go back to the earliest recorded mythologies in what is now called western Asia.For whatever reason, people have always thought that there was a generation of older gods that had been overcome by a younger generation.Even some of the archaic names shine through here.Like many of Neal’s books, Fall takes some time to read.It’s long, but it also is the kind of story you like to mull over and not rush through.Life, it seems, is just too busy.
There’s a lot of theological nuance in Fall, and the title clearly has resonance with what many in the Christian tradition categorize as the “Fall.”(Yes, there are Adam and Eve characters.)Those who are inclined to take a less Pauline view of things suggest that said “fall” wasn’t really the introduction of sin into the world.Anyone who reads Genesis closely will see that the word “sin” doesn’t occur in this account at all.One might wonder what the point of the story is, then.I would posit that it is similar to the point of reading books like Fall.To gain wisdom.Reading is an opportunity to do just that.And if readers decide to look into matters they will find a lot of homework awaits them.And those who do it will be rewarded.
“Which god would that be? The one who created you? Or the one who created me?” So asks SID 6.7, the virtual villain of Virtuosity.I missed this movie when it came out 24 years ago (as did many others, at least to judge by its online scores).Although prescient for its time it was eclipsed four years later by The Matrix, still one of my favs after all these years.I finally got around to seeing Virtuosity over the holidays—I tend to allow myself to stay up a little later (although I don’t sleep in any later) to watch some movies.I found SID’s question intriguing.In case you’re one of those who hasn’t seen the film, briefly it goes like this: in the future (where they still drive 1990’s model cars) virtual reality is advanced to the point of giving computer-generated avatars sentience.A rogue hacker has figured out how to make virtual creatures physical and SID gets himself “outside the box.”He’s a combination of serial killers programmed to train police in the virtual world.Parker Barnes, one of said police, has to track him down.
The reason the opening quote is so interesting is that it’s an issue we wouldn’t expect a programmer to, well, program.Computer-generated characters are aware that they’ve been created.The one who creates is God.Ancient peoples allowed for non-creator deities as well, but monotheism hangs considerable weight on that hook.When evolution first came to be known, the threat religion felt was to God the creator.Specifically to the recipe book called Genesis.Theistic evolutionists allowed for divinely-driven evolution, but the creator still had to be behind it.Can any conscious being avoid the question of its origins?When we’re children we begin to ask our parents that awkward question of where we came from.Who doesn’t want to know?
Virtuosity plays on a number of themes, including white supremacy and the dangers of AI.We still have no clear idea of what consciousness is, but it’s pretty obvious that it doesn’t fit easily with a materialistic paradigm.SID is aware that he’s been simulated.Would AI therefore have to comprehend that it had been created?Wouldn’t it wonder about its own origins?If it’s anything like human intelligence it would soon design myths to explain its own evolution.It would, if it’s anything like us, invent its own religions.And that, no matter what programmers might intend, would be both somewhat embarrassing and utterly fascinating.
I’ve recently taken up rereading Ray Bradbury stories from my childhood.Bradbury’s difficult to classify, but he’s often genrefied as science fiction, but many of his stories are horror and fantasy related, or just plain stories.One aspect upon which future readers, I believe, may pick up—and this isn’t just a Bradbury thing—is how people were projected into the future with the culture of the past remaining intact.Things like characters smoking in the most unlikely of places.I picked up on that the first time I watched Alien.In space, where no-one can hear you scream, air has got to be a precious commodity.And yet there they are, smoking in space.Same thing with Bradbury.The culture of the 1940s and ‘50s when he was writing such stories simply couldn’t see beyond the time when culture was what everyone did.It seems weird in 2019.How much weirder it will look in 2050 (presuming we make it that far).
There’s almost a “gee-whiz” quality to such stories of the past.People in the future, and in space, drink coffee and wear blue jeans.They may have more technological homes, but their home lives reflect the forties and fifties as well.The women are housewives and the husbands go to the office, or outer space, to work.I suppose cultural verisimilitude was a different thing back then.Did nobody really consider that patriarchy might be a problem?Did everyone think clothing would never really change?And not a hint that vegetarianism might catch on.What makes the future the future in these stories is tech.
These days we’re loaded with tech.In some ways we have more of it on our person at any given moment than all of Bradbury’s space-workers ever had.In one of his stories a character was born in the impossibly far year of 1993.I used to watch a show called Space 1999.We haven’t colonized the moon yet (we may be working on it, but considering how long things like an obvious impeachment take, I wouldn’t hold my breath).Speaking of holding breath, I’m pretty sure some of the characters were smoking on Moonbase Alpha. Or my memory is cloudy.(The earlier, and more lasting series Star Trek pretty much avoided several earth-bound habits, although Captain Kirk was pretty fearless when it came to the possibilities of space-spread STDs.)I read Bradbury as a throwback to my childhood.His stories have both an prescience and naivity that make them compelling period pieces.From our current standpoint, one wonders if there will be any culture left at all in the future. Perhaps we should enjoy what we have, while we still can.