I have a new joy. Sunday morning coffee, and the AWTR thread. Four pages since my last read! In this thread, ALL posts must be read carefully, and often more than once. Such a bounty of intellectual riches. "Oh, my
Mass Effect prophetic soul!"
Okay, I know the quote doesn't quite work. Okay, at all. But I impulsively reference
Hamlet. Symptomatic of Bard-itis; a condition that often carries unfortunate social consequences.
Stay on target...
drayfish wrote...
Okay, that's enough of my nonsense. I'm going back to lurking by the salsa, hoping no one notices that despite only bringing a six-pack of domestic cans, I'm drinking everyone else's more expensive imported beers. Swaying to the music, charmed, enthralled and re-invigorated through the grief by all the friendly buzz.
Beautful! But as an only occasional poster in this our (may we claim ownership, those of us who frequent this thread? Is that forum-etiquettely acceptable?), I've developed the persistent feeling of constantly arriving late to the party, leaving quite early, and after departing, thinking the party's conversation was magnificent, but that I didn't contribute much. Followed by intellectual insecurity. Or the result of intellectual security. Ah, the strange bedfellows of self-awareness and insecurity. But let's press on:
I fancy the virtual party construct, drayfish. Since beer was mentioned, and as I'm a great lover of the stuff, I've imagined the pub. My most cherished biographical tidbits include great literary frienships, forged over the course of many pints of ale or cups of tea/coffee, ala Tollers and Jack. Would that I could have joined, just once, when those two fussed at one another over allegory vs. applicability...
Though I'm late to the pub...again...and have derailed the conversation by asking each on of you what you all are drinking, then become painfully self-conscious that in doing so I've once again pathologically called attention to myself, I'll sip my brew, and try engagement with the table's many dialectics.
First, thank you, delta_vee, for gathering a few ideas some pages back, and responding to each. That effort provided me a summation of sorts. I'll now mangle your efforts in my mimickry:
Sable Phoenix wrote...
Time and time again life, whether organic or synthetic, triumphs on its own terms over all attempts to suppress it.
The ending of Mass Effect 3 flips that on its head. The only reason life triumphs is because, essentially, the Reapers (via the Catalyst) allow it. The indomitable spirit which had so far overcome all obstacles is completely ignored. Especially if the geth are wiped out in the process, which is where the Frankenstein Complex comes into play. Not only has Cosmicism failed, and somehow the Great Old Ones actually care what happens to the ants, but life's perserverance has failed and it meekly accepts the conditions placed upon it.
I've been thinking a good deal, Sable Phoenix, about just why the organics vs. synthetics them resonated so strongly with me. Perhaps it has something to do with my near-worship of Shelley's story. BTW, that Ghost Story Gathering. Oh, how I wish to have been in the parlor at Diodati on
that dark and stormy summer's night in 1816...
But perhaps my obsession with the organics/synthetics theme also has someting to do with the idea of pluralism, of multiculturalism, of my great desire to be a "citizen of the world," and not just of my country. The notion of self-identity through a collective has also thorned through me. The two characteristics seem at once so necessary, and yet dichotomous as well. The geth/quarians, and their story arcs, were the most deeply effective for me of the trilogy. And thus, as I've posted too many times, my revulsion (yes, I think that's the right word) at the "destroy" option. And my revulsion at the "synthesis" option. Can I not celebrate/love/appreciate the diversity of my species without having to amalgamize it? Or--good heavens, no--"control it"? What binds the races in
Mass Effect is their developing acceptance of
harmony through diversity. Not in spite of diversity. BECAUSE of it. Now that's a world-shaking concept.
Oh, and Sable Phoenix--the "Schrodinger's Cat" of gaming was PRICELESS. I re-read all about Schrodinger's theory, and giggled like a little kid. Oh, yes. Nailed. Spot-down. Booyah.
uwyz: *Clears throat* I
like your agressive tone. You cause me to sit up, put my coffee down, and
read more carefully, old man. MrFob wrote...
think there would have been ways to make the reapers morally grey. All it takes is to have a real and tangible
scenario instead of essentially fear of the future for a reason.
Agreed, MrFob. I'll admit to the pushmepullyou of wanting my story villains to be just downright
baaaaaad, and also appreciating a bit of psychological layering. But not too much. The gray areas are the most fascinating bits, aren't they? Unless they're in the hands of a hack who reduces those gray areas to the paint-by-numbers strokes of "mommy issues" or "short kid in school" pseudo-exposition. I mean, did we really
have to know about Michael Myers' kiddy trouble, Rob Zombie?
botfly10, welcome, welcome, welcome! And I'm also very, very (repetition hides my inability to choose better vocabulary) sorry your thread was nuked by thoughtless individuals who clearly have arrested interpersonal development. I dare say you've already found your ideas are imporant to us in this thread. The gentility and intellect here are brightened by your presence. And I mean that sincerely.
edisnooM wrote...
Wait do the Geth have any sort of concept of Gender? I mean how does that work? And someones going to have
to sit down and give them all "The Talk".
"Um, you see Prime Unit X302T4, when one platform loves another platform..."
I have a feeling this could lead to a lot of Rule 34s.
So much more than just a LOL here, edinoosM. And though Liara's my Shep's forever LI, I'd like to have a chat with the Asari, too: "You know...um...this whole "mate with other species" thing you're into now isn't really cultural diversity. You
know you're just kidding yourselves, right? You're, uh, kind of the "control" option masquerading as the "synthesis" option. And neither's, actually, morally defensible. That "pureblood" epithet. Well, that's the specist's lack of self-awareness, isn't it?"
Finally, Shermos, I hope you stop back by. I like your "cornflakes box" critique. Actually, my papers were at the bottom of a Rice Crispies box. The metaphor should take care of itself. I can't speak for drayfish, the OP and, we can presume, the professor in reference. But he and many others have oft-invited that you might see that all ideas have merit here, and will be respectfully addressed in this forum--provided that they're respectfully submitted.
Cheers, all. Coffee pot's empty. Probably for the best.
Modifié par RollaWarden, 06 mai 2012 - 02:29 .