Tag Archive: science-fiction

Imagine a new ice age, where the only haven for humanity is a train that circumnavigates the planet once a year.  Where the haves and the have-nots have their places in 1st and 3rd class carriages, and where the have-nots are rightfully chafing under the conditions they’re subjected to.

I.  Will.  Watch.  This.

You hear that, studios?  Please, hurry up and release Snowpiercer (and ideally, the original directors cut, not some sanitized-for-Americans version) and you will have my arse in a theater seat before you can blink.

Above, a trailer for a new sci-fi show, called (at least so far) Almost Human.  A broken cop awakes 2 years after a terrible accident to find his world full of synthetic police persons – persons that he has a deep seated dislike and distrust of.  Cue him getting a new partner, being unstable, angry and hard to get on with.

It looks so incredibly lush – with visual callbacks to things like Bladerunner, Minority Report and possibly even the credits to Person of Interest.

I would watch this SO HARD.

[EDIT:  And I did – before it got cancelled 😦  Shame they showed the episodes out of order, and I’m sad they cancelled it just as it was getting really interesting!]

Sci-Fi Short Glut – True Skin

A vibrant, loud, colourful and wicked sci-fi short set in Bangkok – a mid-future of neon implants and hot-swappable eyes.  Where ‘naturals’ are shunned and hated for the temporary, fragile, disease-ridden creatures they are, and anyone who is anyone is getting newer, better, sexier metal instead.  For one such neo-human, time is running out and he can no longer hide amongst the bustling markets and living streets of a city where everyone is for sale.

In a world all too similar to our own, a man loses everything three times in one moment.  A tiny, bite-sized short sci-fi film, just long enough to draw pangs of sympathy for both characters.

Another sci-fi short – this time in a near-future New York City where bio-metrics make every day easier for everyone – as long as you have no expectation of privacy.  Suddenly, something happens to upset this perfect boat, and the chase is on.  A good idea piece with sexy AR effects and a nice mystery hook.

All of a sudden, after what seems like years of a drought, there’s a glorious surfeit of sci-fi short films.  This one, called Payload, follows the trials of a family desperately looking for hope under the ever-looming space elevator.  Grim, dusty and fresh.

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I’ve been harboring a disatisfaction for a while now – a genre-specific ennui or maybe a ‘presque vu‘ for a setting I’ve not found yet.  I keep wondering where the cool has gone – where the slinky sexy brain-popping amazement at a world that makes me ache to learn more about it.  Not just one world, either – but a raft of them – a set of settings, a Venn diagram of visions, a taste of a future.

But I can’t find it.  I want the new that’s newer than new, and everything I’m seeing looks like it was hit with a mallet in the late 90’s and stands there stunned and stationary.  Take a look at the media that’s around – and you’ll find the ‘future’ is drawn with an architects care – it’s been shaded in, coloured, lit and polished and ever so dead.  It’s evil corporations and punks with mechanical hands, it’s kids hacking into their school computers and heroines on cyber-heroin.  It’s bloody well been done!

Where’s the new!  Where’s the stuff that makes me reel with the possibilities – makes me wonder how I couldn’t see it coming, and how we can possibly manage to ride that rollercoaster?  I don’t mean uploading consciousnesses into the singularity, I certainly don’t mean augmented reality in the daily life – nor clones, genetic engineering or any other dozen or so passe cyberpunk identifying marks that are in most instances – OLDER THAN I AM.

I mean really – the screenplay for Bladerunner was written when I was deciding whether to be a breech birth or a C-section – and it was based on a book from 1968!  That was 44 years ago, and our vision of ‘the future’ has barely moved on.

I’m desperately hoping that I’m just looking in the wrong places – that I only have myself to blame for using old search terms like cyberpunk (no – I have no interest in neon-coloured dreadlocks and spiked goggles, thanks), singularity and sci-fi.  That, like some equally cliched fantasy character, if I could only find the right magic word, I could unlock a wealth of brain-buzzing wealth.

At the heart of it, though, is an annoyance with myself – surely,  if I knew what I was looking for – really knew – then I’d be able to find it.  But I don’t know – much like pornography, I believe I’ll know it when I see it.  I keep getting little flashes of interest – a piece of concept art here, a collection of short stories there – but it all seems so… decadent?  On the decline?  Like the Roman Empire in its final days.  Comfortable in its skin and evolutionary rather than revolutionary.

Where is it?  Where is the new?  What’s the magic searching word and where’s the raw, rough, risky vision of a mindblowing future that chews me up and spits me out?

I’ve not finished watching this yet, but from the 5 minutes I’ve seen so far, out of the 20, it’s amazing.  Richly detailed, oppressive, dark and beautiful – this cyberpunk/dystopian short from Luke Scott (and Ridley Scott) simply drips, reeks and oozes style.

Light from Sunday Paper on Vimeo.

Certain things give a very tactile impulse – things you wish you could reach into the screen for, that make your fingertips tingle with anticipation for – things that you may never touch, because they’ve never existed.  Things like the globs and gibbosities of this video, glowing even and steady, slowly drooping from their sconces or oozing across the ground.  Molten metal and still red lava are the nearest equivalents, and I’m in no hurry to reach out and touch those.

Some people find the light in the video scary, even oppressive – I find myself torn between wanting to feel my hand on the softly yielding glowing surface, and the fear that every science-fiction story has conditioned me to feel.  Maybe, one day soon, I will be able to reach out and touch the rolling drifts of light, feel it envelop my hand and grasp viscous lumpfuls that then drip through my fingers.  Or I could make some oobleck and pretend I suppose.