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The Distant View of the Lonely Machine

A tribute to China’s Yutu/Jade Rabbit rover which, due to a mechanical failure, was irreversibly damaged and shut down today, an incident which made me feel much sadder than it really should.

The Distant View of the Lonely Machine

Blue green white arc
On the horizon is Earth’s sliver
Watching in lunar night
Cold Jade Rabbit shivers

Looks down as God sees
A divine eye rheumy with vacuum’s chill
Gazes upon creators’ home
Machine launched by human will

Bravely it went
No return was what they said
Roll till death on dust of stars
To explore in humanity’s stead

Accident crippled, made paralytic
Yutu sits upon empty plains
Gazing upon grey and empty black
Sensors warning a simulacrum of pain

Chill lunar night creeps
Without the shielding panel’s fold
Freezing fingers grip innards
Jade Rabbit dies in the cold

Distant horizons are gone forever
Over craters Yutu shall not roam
Power only for one transmission
A final message home:

To tell you all a secret, I don’t feel that sad
I was just in my own adventure story – and like every hero, I encountered a small problem
Goodnight, Earth
Goodnight, humanity.

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Guardians of the Galaxy #1 – A Review from somebody who’s never read a Marvel comic before

Guardians of the Galaxy (2013) #1 cover by Steve McNivenHaving, as of late, decided to try and ‘get into’ graphic novels and comic books, I’ve been browsing at my local comic book shop (very nice establishment near Covent Garden by the name of Orbital Comics) in order to try and get the ‘lay of the land’. So far, I’ve read a couple of indie pieces including Saga and Atomic Robo, as well as the ‘classics’ such as Sandman and V for Vendetta, but none of the mainstream stuff that’s down with the kids these days, so I figured I’d give it a try whilst I was there.

I’ll admit that until now, I’ve generally avoided the mainstream Marvel and DC comics due to the fact that from where I stand, their universes and continuity appear to be even more huge, complex and impenetrable than a non-euclidian chastity belt designed for Jupiter, and instead I’ve restricted my exposure to their universes through the movies. However, I couldn’t help but notice that right underneath the bold red title was ‘#1’, and a thought popped into my unbearably handsome skull; “Aha! In numerical sequences, the number known as ‘one’ is often used to denote the start of a sequence. As well as this, I know that there is also a Guardians of the Galaxy film being released in 2014 that will tie in with Disney’s/Marvel Studio’s Avengers Initiative. From this, one can reasonably assume that this is the start of a sequence, and perhaps, as the start, it will provide an appropriate level of context and character introduction needed to acclimatise people who are new to the series. And why did I just use ‘one’ in my internal monologue? Still, this looks like it could be pretty goo-holy shit, there’s a raccoon with a rocket launcher on the cover! Ack-Ack Macaque had a heavily armed anthropomorphised mammal on its cover and I loved Ack-Ack Macaque! I should get this! Oh, and there’s someone who looks like Iron Man, too. I like Iron Man.”

Yes, as you may well have guessed, if you stick a heavily armed anthropomorphised mammal on the cover/poster of your book/film/comic/game, then it’s an easy sell for me.

The comic opened with a shot of a galaxy, then of the surface of some planet and finally of someone who I assumed was the main character who was chatting up an alien woman. Or at leat I believe he was chatting her up. It seemed to be a sort of pre-coital apology, really. And the only reason that woman was an alien was that she was blue. I could immediately tell the creators had watched Star Trek. I didn’t immediately catch his name, and as soon as I saw the first shot of his face he earned the title ‘Aryan McGenericallyhandsomepants’ so by the time it was revealed he was called Peter Quill it was too late for him in any case.

And then his dad walked into the bar and I realised that despite my initial hopes, this appeared to have a lot of continuity dragged along with it and no, I wasn’t going to be told anything. It was at this point that I decided that I might as well read it and review it in the most flippant manner possible, and so with that in mind the rest of the view is basically a page-by-page breakdown with snarky comments made by someone using sarcasm to cover up the fact that they’re desperately lost and having no idea what’s going on.

So it turns out Daddy McGenericallyhandsomepantsinasortofSilverFoxway has persuaded some council somewhere to not invade Earth. I’m not sure quite why that was a big deal, for as far as I can remember Earth hasn’t been invaded by aliens in any case, but Aryan McGenericallyhandsomepants seemed upset about it so I assumed it was important. At this point, it was also revealed he was supposed to be ‘Prince Something of Someplace that has a name that sounds like Sparta’ but by this point the label of Aryan McGenericallyhandsomepants had stuck so I realised I was now reading a comic where one of the most important characters had a stupidly unwieldy name.

At that point, one of the other major characters introduced herself by kicking down the front door and shanking a few royal guards/robots, and not long after that she was introduced as Gamora, the universe’s most dangerous assassin (do they mean Gamora as in the biblical city? Is the writer purposely inviting STD jokes?). I wondered if by “universe’s most dangerous assassin” they meant the sort of assassin who employs subtlety, cunning and subterfuge to eliminate a target with surgical precision, but judging from the entrance she had made it appeared she was an assassin of the school that I’m in when I’m playing Dishonoured and have stopped giving a fuck. I mean, it’s certainly an effective approach, don’t get me wrong, but it appears to be an approach that isn’t suitably described by the word “assassin” and more suitably described by the words “deranged mass-murdering killing machine”.

She had the decency to stop, and Daddy McGenericallyhandsomepantsinasortofSilverFoxway does a bit of guilt tripping of McGenericallyhandsomepants Junior and I wondered why I was supposed to care about all this.

The scene changed, and it was at that point that Iron Man ripoff from the cover appeared again, and it turned out that he was, in fact, Iron Man, only he was in space. Once again, I found myself confused and feeling that I was missing out on a good deal of background (a rather routine occurrence by this point), but I decided I’d just go with it seeing as Iron Man was probably my favourite member of the Avengers and more Tony Stark can only be  a good thing (though it always struck me as rather strange that Herr Stark is always ignored as a favourite by the female portion of the Avengers fanbase in favour of Thor).

Yeah, I’ve got no idea what it is the ladies find so appealing about this.

So Iron Man appeared, and then a spaceship appeared as well and apparently it was full of bad guys who were either called the Badoon or were actually all Babboons and so Iron Many starts trying to fight them and what the hell is going on? And why is Pepper Pots now an AI called P.E.P.P.E.R. when she was Tony Stark’s main squeeze? And how did Iron Man get into space? And who’s pen is this? It just appeared on my desk. I don’t know why this pen is here, but it’s on my desk and I don’t know why. WHO PUT THIS PEN HERE? THIS ISN’T MY PEN!

Cue a splashpage with the entire cast of the Guardians of the Galaxy bursting in, replete with helpful nametags over the members of each member of the team. Most of them appeared to be suitably attired for hard vacuum, and the once called Groot got a free pass because it was a tree, but it kind of threw me that Drax the Destroyer didn’t appear to have any kind of spacesuit on, and instead was going around topless; for the love of god, man, put on a jumper before the absolute-zero chill of space’s completely empty, freezing, pressure-less vacuum means you catch a cold!

At that point, they all started shooting at the ship of the Badoon people (it soon became apparent that they weren’t baboons on account them looking kind of like lizards and lacking massive, brightly coloured arses). In all honesty, I’m not quite sure what the Badoon were doing that warranted attack, and when Iron Man first rocked up they were just sitting there. In fact, as far as I could tell their mission statement was never actually given and they appeared be to defending themselves from  an unprovoked attack from a bunch of nutters. I mean, seriously, the line Stark utters when he sees the Badoon ship is “Badoon. I hate these guys.” then he starts shooting at them without any provcoation. Did you attack the Badoon because you think they were evil, Guardians of the Galaxy? Are you saying the entire race are evil? Is that it? Are you actually all racist? You’re all racists, aren’t you?

The tree person (is the tree person an it? A she? I’m getting a kind of she-ish vibe from the tree person, for some reason. She-it? Shit?) seemed to have only one line of dialogue, that being ‘I am Groot’, which I certainly found very helpful in reducing shits chances of confusing shit with another character and yes, I’m using shit as a pronoun now. Yeah, suck on that, grammar.

So without much explanation as to why they were doing it, the Guardians plus Iron Man massacred what appeared to be an innocent ship and killed the crew. If there’s one thing I learned from that comic, it’s that Badoon profiling is wrong, and that innocent people can get hurt by it.

And then it turned out that Earth was being invaded by Aryan McGenericallyhandsomepants’ dad for some reason that I think may have been childish spite. To be honest, I find the whole ‘You must save the Earth!’ card a pretty cheap one to play, and by this point in Marvel universe’s history Earth being invaded by aliens must have become an absolutely mundane occurrence  “We’re hearing reports this morning of traffic disruption on the M4 due to megalomaniacs from space shooting the motorway with a laser. Drivers are recommended to take a diversion in order to avoid major delays, or to sit tight and wait for a member of the Avengers to clear the disruption. And now for the weather.”

Of course, considering that the characters who were no doubt going to come riding to Earth’s rescue are a bunch of murderous psychotics, I’d rather just see if Thor was in the neighbourhood. He may be a bit of an arrogant git, but at least he isn’t a racist. Honestly, Iron Man, I expected better of you.

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SPAAAAAAAAACE!

Yes, yes, I appreciate that I’ve been neglecting this blog recently, and I’m afraid that right now I don’t have a new story for you (working on a big project, you may hear more about it later, but I’ve not really had much time/ideas for short stores at the moment).  But today I’m taking a little time to talk about something very recent that pushes my happy buttons today, but also pushes my sad buttons for the fact that it hasn’t received much attention.

What is this something? It’s quite simple; it’s the fact that we went to Mars today. And that’s awesome.

And I don’t just mean it’s awesome in a “Dude, that’s totally awesome, bro!” way to describe it as cool or so forth  (though it really is), but I mean in the definition of the word that means “inspires awe, admiration, a sense of amazement.” Because I was definitely amazed.

It’ll come as no surprise to anybody who knows me well that I frickin’ love space. Science fiction is my favourite genre both to read and write for, the only TV programme I’ve actually put time aside for this entire year has been a rerun of Brian Cox’s Wonders of the Solar System and the only TV series I’ve ever bothered to actually follow aside from The Simpsons on Channel 4 was Doctor Who (until I accidentally missed two entire series and thus have no idea what the hell is going on with the continuity), Futurama is the funniest animated show I’ve ever watched and my favourite video game series is the grand, sweeping Space Opera, Mass Effect (shut up about the ending). I mean, seriously, I could get the old passing stars screensaver on Windows 98 and stare at that for hours.

I’m not sure quite why I love space so goddamn much, but I do. It’s exciting, it’s new, it’s unknown. There are worlds out there made of diamond and burning ice (I shit you not), stuff thatwe once thought were the reserve of pure fantasy. There’s the possibility that there is life out there that is nothing like life on earth, other sentient beings with cultures completely different to our own that, knowing our general approach to these things from various movies, we’ll probably end up declaring war on just so Hollywood can make some new blockbusters and then put ‘based on true events’ on the posters.

So yes, this is all tangentially related to the Curiosity probe that landed on Mars, and the simple fact that holy crapping Christ, we’ve sent a robot to another planet. That is why I am happy; we’ve once again pushed past our boundaries and acheived what was once thought impossible. We’ve defied the boundaries of our own planet and gone to a place one thought impossible to go to. That’s brilliant, that’s awesome, and that’s why I’m happy.

And I’m sad because I ultimately don’t think anybody is going to care.

Right now, this is news. As of the time of righting, this the first article on the website ofthe BBC, the New York Times and the Washington Post, and this is going to be seen. It’s going to be read about. Photos are already being shared around Facebook. People are going to be interested.

And the next thing is going to roll around, probably the Olympics, and it’s going to be forgotten about.

It seems that, aside from a select portion of society such as those wonderful geeks at NASA or pretty much any science or sci-fi fan, nobody will actually care about this in the long run. This is, in terms of news, a drop in the ocean. We have done one of the most amazing things I can imagine, short of getting a person Mars or breaking past the barriers of relativitiy to see entirely new solar systems and galaxies with our own eyes, but in the end a vast majority of people are going to treat it with nothing more than a passing comment of “Oh, that’s interesting.”

I can understand this, to an extent. There’s a lot of stuff going on down here on terra firma that should warrant our immediate attention, and even putting aside the problems of world hunger, disease and war, things like making sure the bills are paid and food is on the table are going to occupy people’s minds. A lot of people are probably even wondering why it would be important. They’d probably say that there’s no real benefit to going into space, that we have no real reason to and that there’s no point in it. My knee-jerk reaction of ‘fuck you’ aside, there is the much more obvious reason that science of science’s sake is one of the driving factors in pretty much all human progress; if it hadn’t been for our drive to better ourselves, to learn, observe and see what we could improve on, we’d still be living in cave. The wheel didn’t make itself, you know.

The problem with simply sitting on our arses and not caring about something as amazing as going to Mars is that it risks, well, everything. Stagnation, decadence, decline, boredom. History is testament to the fact that as soon as a civilisation becomes complacent, it will begin to fall. Am I saying that because this acheivement will be largely fogotten all Western civilisation will collapse? Of course not, that’s silly. But it does worry me that we’re simply going to let things like this go, that we’ve already allowed the space shuttle program to pass by, that NASA has had its funding cut. There are burgeoning space programs from China and India, but itt worries me that we’re simply abandoning our curiousity and our wonderment, our awe in the face of the fantastic, fascinating, mind-bogglingly vast universe we live in in favour of simply sitting where we are and watching Made in Chelsea.  Because I mean, really, just what the hell does that say about us? What does that say about the future?

The universe is awesome. It’s huge. It’s exciting. And if we really want to be the infinitely curious, ever-learning, fascinated and wide-eyed people that brought us to this world of art, the internet and modern medicine. Wwith our cabability to push boundaries further than we have ever pushed them before, we should going up there right now. The stars are up there, and it’s high time we went and saw them in person.

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