I’m typing this on my laptop. It’s a very old Eee PC and if I try to open too many tabs at once, or attempt to use more than two programmes at the same time, it says, “I’ve got a headache – I need a little lie down” and refuses to do anything for half an hour. I try to not be too judgy about this, as I feel exactly the same way. When I get over stimulated – watch too much television, read too many different books, spend too long on Twitter – my brain crashes.
“Have you tried switching it off and on again?”
Nope, it doesn’t work. I will have to write some nonsense to ease the pressure in my head. It’s the only thing that works.
I saw a video on YouTube today and I was so utterly appalled that I need to say something about it, and as this is a book blog, I can tie it into what I’m reading nowadays. I’m still on a bit of a H G Wells tip, and I have read The War of the Worlds, The Island of Dr Moreau and I’m now on The Sleeper Awakes. I loved the first two, but The Sleeper Awakes is too slow for me: Wells spends ages describing his vision of the future in minute detail. Perhaps his audiences enjoyed this at the time, but the problem with imagined futures, is that they soon seem dated. I’m waiting for something to actually happen, now that I’ve read past the pages of moving pavements. Yes, H G Wells predicted those moving walkway things you get at the airport. Sorry, but they’re not that interesting to a 21st century person.
When you were a child – how did you imagine the future? I was heavily influenced by my brother’s pop-up book which predicted that we would one day live under the ocean in submarine pods. I was never into space stations. Outer space always seemed like a sterile environment to me. Although, I did very much enjoy watching Space 1999.
I never imagined that 2017 would be like this. And when I gave birth to my daughter, I never imagined that her future would be spent undertaking “Lock Down” drills at secondary school and learning to run and hide during a terrorist attack.
Perhaps it won’t affect her. In the same way that 1970s public information films haven’t made me paranoid about playing next to railway lines or climbing on electricity pylons.
It’s a bloody weird film. For a start, the characters are called Nur, Edih and Llet. Have you ever met anyone called by those names? I haven’t. I still move in circles where people have human names, rather than being called after household appliances. The whole video is trippy and ambient. Perhaps it’s to show that the characters have PTSD? Why are the teenagers in the film spaced-out zombies? My daughter and her friends don’t sound like robots….
What are they really preparing us for? A future where hiding from gunmen is a normal part of a trip to Maccy Ds? Or for the cognitive dissonance engendered by our children growing up with an outwardly human appearance, but the shallow emotional affect and synthesized vocal tones of C-P3O?