Robocop is only the latest, and one of the less ridiculous, rehashes of some of the most incisive scifi films ever made. Paul Bartel’s deliriously black comedy Death Race 2000 posited a breezy utopia where colorful derby racers slaughtered society’s deadwood even as they cheered for their murderers. Death Race (2008) was a steakhead prison break retread that replaced David Carradine’s far-out Frankenstein with a generic alpha asshole (Jason Statham) and abandoned the original’s satirical edge in favor of rad gladiator action porn. The pay-per-view death sport isn’t a commentary on our amoral obsessions with vicarious death or sport as a tribal control mechanism; it’s just a badass thing that you’d probably watch, if it was real.
”Beyond black voids subsumed by blacker fire
We conjure entities from gates of hell;
And knowing all their names impose our will,
Binding those spirits with essential night
To glean the mysteries of eldritch dark
That warp the weave of time and space and earth.”
“February 2011—Route 605,
In the late afternoon the Marine Recon patrol was returning to their firebase, Fiddler’s Green, cutting directly through a known Taliban stronghold in the center of Helmand Province. They were riding along confidently in two of the new, almost indestructible Maxx Pro armored vehicles. Both conveyances slowed, as an old man, standing about fifty yards from the side of the road, signaled his distress and gestured for help. He was pointing at what appeared to be a bundled-up child, lying dead still. The heavily armored vehicles stopped. Two Marines from the lead vehicle dismounted and made their way cautiously across the road, M27 automatic weapons held in ready against their chests. Keeping a staggered distance a few yards apart, Lance Corporal Cecil Owens and PFC Lucas McKane each left the road, venturing a few feet into the field, heading for the old man and apparent infant in distress—
A metallic, deafening boom . . .
And the two best friends were blown twenty-five yards apart by the IED blast, Big O dying on the spot.
But Luke survived, despite suffering a fractured skull, deep facial and chest lacerations, a ruptured spleen, a broken tibia, and eventually a diagnosis of Traumatic Brain Injury—TBI.”
“Subhumanity (‘monsters’) has long since attempted to integrate itself successfully into human society through the use of educational institutions commonly known as ‘monster academies.’ By providing courses that both emulate those of a normal high school (and, in some cases, the very atmosphere itself) and concrete techniques of how to integrate successfully, these ‘academies’ in theory allow subhumans to successfully integrate into human society in human form, untroubled by the bitter animosity and prejudice often characterizing relations between the two species (Burtran & Burtran, 1888; Miller & Armand, 1999).
Subhumanity has existed since time began and, it is theorized, will exist long after the advent of humanity (Groleo & Darshahn, 1892). However, this has been disputed by a number of other researchers (Armand & Miller, 2000a) as mere speculation and, at best, wishful thinking. With humanity’s population always increasing, more subhumans are attempting to integrate while fewer have chosen to remain placid or fight, and those that do are inevitably destroyed. However, through natural differences in their biology (a partially insubstantial atomic structure that is governed by species-specific physical laws—for more information, see
Armand & Miller, 2001, i.e. the micro-universe theory of subhuman structure) subhumanity has found it possible to infiltrate our society.
Subhumans originally built institutions to help integrate their own kind, but recently more humans have begun to aid in the practice, both financially and more directly.”
“People always say, ‘When the time is right, you’ll know it.’ It doesn’t matter if they’re referring to falling in love, changing the path of your life, or preparing to die.
Or all of the above.
Fifteen stories below, your prospective paramours begin to notice you. Someone glances up, perhaps just to follow the flight of a bird, perhaps because they’ve caught movement out of the corner of their eye, movement where none should be.
People gasp, point and shout, drawing the attention of others. Then comes the inevitable finger pointing: Look! Up there! Is he going to jump?
And with that, the frenzy begins.”