Wonderful, wonderful rich debates going on all over the place in this thread. Our brains are eating well today. I love the discussion of the implications of Geth self-hood, and Legion's inching toward that loaded use of the word 'I'. Sadly I have nothing of worth to add to this discussion at the present besides my curiosity and enthusiasm, but fantastic stuff.
And I do really love to hear this synthesis debate, because it's opening up new ways for me to approach that ending without descending into fury and apoplectic twitching. I'm certainly not there yet, but you are profoundly helping me to conceptualise what it
might be as opposed to what it currently is (at least in my mind). And thanks for the links and the input Ieldra2 – very much appreciated.
I completely agree with the statement that Synthesis in its current form is essentially one gigantic pulsating narrative question mark. Indeed, it is (as many people have stated throughout this recent analysis) precisely because of this lack of contextualising information that I find myself filling in the narrative absence with
horror – much as the people who support this conclusion understandably fill it in with
hope and promise for a better, remade future. Perhaps this is indicative of some fundamentally cynical nature of mine (take your unbridled imaginative whimsy elsewhere, mimes of the world – you have no power over me!*) but impending doom is still where I land given the way in which this option is so vaguely delivered.
This is probably entirely off-track, but I did just want to add a couple of reasons why I think this might be so in my case. I'm always compelled, when trying to put the synthesis option into a format that I can even process (that's not Narnia-related), to think of the concluding chapter of another epic narrative that I gladly followed for several years:
Buffy: The Vampire Slayer.
[SPOILER ALERT: she was a slayer of vampires. Also her name was Buffy.]
Within this universe, Buffy is a chosen one. Of countless
potential ones, she is chosen by some mythic omnipresent force to fight the demons and keep the peace. At the end of season seven, facing an unstoppable, oncoming hoard that will annihilate all existence (why do they all want to do that?) Buffy realises that the best way in which to fight back is to unlock the power that is already possessed by, but lying dormant within, all of the other untapped potential slayers. She and witch Willow perform a spell that therefore
unlocks this capacity that these women already have, and a thrilling outpouring of female empowerment ripples across the world, with those now able to stand up, standing up.
The reason that this works for me – and
damn does it work – is because in that case, Buffy and Willow were not operating as an external force inserting new content into these slayers, remaking them in a different image; it was instead a switch that these women all already possessed, and that was now able to be flicked on. They were allowed to access a power that was already part of them, that they had until now been denied.
Synthesis, in contrast, seems necessarily and disturbingly more invasive. Much like Seijin8 posits, I struggle with how synthesis can be conceptualised as a subtle change. In order to necessitate the dissolution of the delineations that might that give synthetics a decisive advantage over organics, I presume the metamorphosis would have to be profound. That doesn't mean that the result is necessarily bad (again, the narrative doesn't even approach giving us enough information to assess that definitively) – but a fundamental alteration to our being it surely must be. We are become the ubermensch.
Ultimately I might be (almost certainly am) splitting hairs, but there's something about that imposition that I find particularly distasteful, robbing the action of the poetry that I think the creators were going for. Despite the pervasiveness of technology everywhere; despite having commonplace bio-implants and omni-tech strapped to our wrists that Swiss Army knives its way into our usage; even despite Shepard his/herself being cyber-undead because of technology – to me it doesn't feel like this merging between human and machine is yet at that natural tipping point where Shepard is just offering the final domino nudge.
On top of which – most significantly – I still can't get past the question of why. Why do we have to do this? As the discussion about the Geth and their multiform identity within this thread indicates, we (as both players and characters) are closer to accepting the still alien nature of synthetics than the infinitely dumb Reapers ever predicted we could be. We are able to empathise with and support creatures wholly biologically and ideologically unlike ourselves, openly disproving the premise upon which the Reaper's have built their entire existence. The fact that because the Reapers are too gorram stupid to acknowledge what we have already come to accept we must therefore forgo continuing this progression organically, instead having several significant stages in this evolution arbitrarily skipped, rather undermines the significance of the journey for me. I get that it's a sacrifice to negate obliteration – but it just pisses me off.
If you download into my head the ability to play piano, the sound I make thereafter might be pretty, but it's not really mine. I didn't work for or earn it: it's code. Synthesis seems similar to me: it could be beautiful, but because we skipped the part where we worked for it, incorporated it naturally into ourselves, I feel like the achievement is fundamentally cheapened. But again, that's just my curmudgeonly, cynical knee-jerk humanism. ...You're not trapped in a box, mime! You're just not.
What bothers me (in all my bubbling stew of scorn) is that choosing synthesis is clearly meant to be the
hopeful ending – it's the ending brimming with possibility, with a wild, new expanse of an entirely remade universe stretching out before us, all to be explored and understood – but it seems that the only way that it can come into being is through our acceptance that we have, or will, fail. (This is not to solely pick on synthesis – choosing any of the current endings amounts to failure in my interpretation – but synthesis seems particularly deceptive.) Selecting synthesis means that we must accept that we cannot prevent bloodshed and extermination by any other means than homogenisation – that negotiation, fellowship and understanding can never win out (which again, flies in the face of the experience I was having across 100 hours of gameplay).
When Starbies was telling me that synthetics and organics will inevitably destroy each other, I wanted to select the (unavailable) dialogue option that said: 'Oh yeah? Well I've got a guy called Legion waiting in the car who wants to kick sand in your face for saying bad stuff about me.'
I didn't need to have a core processor to appreciate him; and he didn't need a pancreas to see where I was coming from. We just used the more powerful form of synthesis: we accepted each other for who we are, and decided to work together. No green beams of whatsit necessary.
But that's just a general, unhelpful account of my psychological state of play. It's certainly not unswayable. I am eager to be persuaded otherwise. And believe me, everyone in this thread is doing a far better job of talking me down off the ledge than the Bioware writers did in their take.
* ...Am I missing something? Is it the body stocking? The edges of sweat eating into the pancake makeup? The stripy shirt? What am I not seeing in this art form?
Modifié par drayfish, 31 mai 2012 - 10:54 .