eplur1bus
I loved the moment in the second episode when Carol, the very, very worst person on Planet Earth demands to know at near the tippy-top of her lungs JUST HOW MANY PEOPLE DIED IN THE COURSE OF THE JOINING? and the magic answer is … 886,477,591 people died. “Jesus Christ!“, says Carol, who is the one and only person of the final un-joined twelve humans who wants to go right back to M.aking E.arth G.reat A.gain with nuclear footballs, standing armies, rat races, race hatred and all the foibly stumbling blocks that flesh has been heir to, lo these many, many centuries.
Of course, Jesus Christ was one of them, (probbly) an early herald of their message (Messenger RNA much, marathonger?) a meta-egalitarian-helping-messenger shredded by the likes of All of Us, Christmas Carol screams, “CRUCIFY HIM!” less with her words than with her weaponized actions and tremendous anger and all those abandoned weaponized weapons gathering dust as peace guides the planets and love rules the stars this is the dawning of The Whines of Wycaro.
Direct to you from an intelligence 600 (or sup’m [like it matters?]) light years away … the Gospel According to Jesus (not his crew and their editors decades/centuries later) and Lao Tzu and a few others (Krishna Consciousness?). Six or so billion humans turned in the course of a few minutes of JOINING into nonkilling, hiveminded, no-castes, divisionless, disentitlements … and a predisposition to fall into completely vulnerable epileptic seizure (like limp non-violent sit-ins at ’50s & 60s lunch counters, on institutional steps on floors and in corridors) whenever a M.E.G.A asshole like Carol Sturka gets angry that that’s all she wrote for the good old days of corsairs and brigands and pirates & global thermonuclear tantrums like the one Carol had that killed almost twice as many of the half-joined as Hitler killed Jesus’ chosen people. And let us not forget that the Borg hivemind, in contrast, is all about assimilation rather than harmless kindness, cooperation and assistance along with instantaneously screenless interactive shared information that precludes privacy, loneliness, piracy, proprietary content creation and loads of stuff we’re bound to get to thinking about throughout the course of this first season.
Yeah, well that’s all I’ve got for now, but it feels like PLENTY except for the tightly packed title of the show which has an intriguing aroma of out of manyone hot for the back of the bus? which is like all of the reincarnated dream-channeling folks who imagine themselves as Alexander, Caesar, Cleopatra, SparTaco (born to The Purple no matter what) … famously not-slaves, peasants nor the disentitled. No doubt in episode 2 you’ll notice Carol’s preferred seat on the airbus (eplur I bus). So that’s what Krishna looks like!
I wonder if Vince hatched Breaking Bad from a nuclear idea this rich and thorny. I don’t know what I expected, but it sure as fuck wasn’t as compelling, magnetic, fascinating and igniting as eplur1bus.
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