Interstellar

This started off as a post about a movie, but turned into a rant about myopic people, Matrix automatons, the Galactic Federation, hypocrisy, and devolved right into tin foil tricorn territory. Enjoy!

I was watching the movie Interstellar for the first time in a few years. The first time I ever saw it, I was so excited about it. The second time I saw it, I was with someone who soured the movie for me because of their negative attitude.

My excitement came from the base concept: Humans might be born on Earth, but they were never meant to die there.

Was there ever a sentiment I've felt since I was a kid. And the frustrations in the movie parallel my experiences this lifetime.

Frustrations with people who think space is a waste of time. People who don't understand that engineering for space means engineering for anywhere and everywhere. These people, I often wondered what was wrong with them that they were so tied to the ground. How could they be so myopic? Where did this come from?

This is not what Lyrians are like. Lyrians are explorers by nature. Curious as cats, and as naïve as puppies. We love to travel. We see a strange planet, we want to go there. We see a mountain that hasn't been climbed, we must go climb it! If there is a piece of technology we haven't invented yet, by gosh, we shall invent it. Just to say we did. Earth humans are no different because they're the same species as their stellar brethren.

What happened to the drive to explore? What killed it?

Or was it not even killed and I just kept running into Matrix projections that weren't even actual people? A plausible hypothesis. After all, my level of passion and excitement for humanity traveling into space is precisely what the Earth Matrix does not want to have happen. So, in order to try to dampen my enthusiasm, it sends automaton people who say things like:

We can't explore space until we fix all the problems here.

My response: But engineering for low oxygen environments means we engineer for this "carbon" problem you just mentioned. And doesn't learning to grow food in a contained spaceship mean you can also grow food in any condition anywhere? And how about the technology required to go to somewhere like Mars and colonize it. If we can colonize a planet we are convinced has no life--if we can bring life to the lifeless--then we can do anything here!

Why waste the money? There's nothing out there.

My response: How do you know that? Have you never looked at a mountain and been curious about climbing it? About what's at the top? Or how about a beach you've never been to. Don't tell me you go through your life never exploring new things? How much more new can you get than space! We've sent rovers to Mars and explored the equivalent of my front yard. And we're talking about an entire planet.

Anyway, things that triggered an emotional hissy fit in me complete with arm flailing and genuine astonishment. Seriously. It's like I cannot help this trigger. The idea that someone would not want to go into space, especially for such hollow reasons, is mind-blowing to me. I simply cannot understand it.

(I can understand those who smile happily and say with warmth and actual feeling: "No thank you, I love Earth. She's such a beautiful planet. I just want to be with her all the time." That I comprehend. That I understand. Because that is a real reason.)

Because I know. Humans are not supposed to stay on Earth. They're supposed to leave it and go become something even more and greater. And these automatons who would say these things...they always said them with the same desultory tone. The same sad, empty, woes me tone. Exactly the same tone. Like Droopy dog from the cartoons I watched as a kid. Their eyes were queerly flat, too. Empty. Dead.

Every single one of them had that same exact tone, the same exact phrases, the same exact points. As if they were programmed. I do not mean these are people I was interacting with over social media. These are physical "people" I was talking to. Hence the arm flailing and histrionics. No effect.

I didn't know about NPCs or Matrix-generated projections at the time, but I wondered. I wondered what was severely broken in these humans that they couldn't conceive of a world outside of their little box.

Well, eventually, I'd get annoyed and let them change the topic. At which point their eyes would brighten back up, their mind would kick back into gear, and I'd watch them "reboot" back into their usual self.

The 3D Earth Matrix does not want humans going into space. Not at all. Not even a little bit. People laugh about the moon and don't want to go there, when it's perfectly reasonable to turn such a "natural" satellite into a spaceship yard. But you can't go there, either, because it's not even a natural satellite. It's a piece of space junk the Galactic Federation is too stubborn to get rid of now that it's not needed anymore. (Thanks for littering in orbit and then proceeding to lecture me on littering in orbit. Hypocrites.) Well, not needed for its original purpose. They love its current purpose, which uses old radioactive generators that proceed to irradiate and pollute orbit. And also pollute the minds of innocent people on Earth. Now they're not just littering in orbit, they're littering in people's minds.

Maybe they should all be sentenced to spend a lifetime on the surface, subjected to their Van Allen Band noise, with no energetic shielding whatsoever. See how it feels. Give them a little perspective.

And take that defunct Lemurian ship that's drifting around in orbit. Oh, they'll just let it sit there and warn anyone from going on board. Bunch of hooey. Bet they even put some lurkers on board to warn everyone off and make it too dangerous. Is the blood all over the floor really ancient? Or was it put there to also warn people away. What's on that ship? What's in the computers? What's in the logs?

I am on a tear this evening. I'm going back to the movie before I start to cook this tin foil tricorn I'm wearing. (I must be stylish after all.)

I thank you for your time. Adiamas.

​--Kyriel