Battlestar Galactica on the brain
In the last few weeks I gorged myself on Battlestar Galactica. Two seasons is a lot to cover and I probably watched too much too fast. The word “frak” has found its way in to my vocabulary. If I start calling radio wireless I’ll know I’m too far gone.
BSG is deeply engaging with very authentic characters all revealing the flaws in humanity. In the story the cylons, a race of machines created by humanity returns to exterminate their former masters because they are flawed. In a sense they are trying to succeed humanity and go further. Some of these cylons are completely biological and nearly identical to humans. Despite the similarities they are considered nothing more than toasters and are sometimes treated as such.
The show makes me think about the flaws of humanity. I think about how our true nature comes out when we are removed from the social conventions that steer us toward more ethical behavior. How many of us would voluntarily act ethically if there were no incentive to do so? How do we know when we have truly changed or that social pressure finally brought about conformity?
Even though I enjoy the show thoroughly it puts me in a melancholy mood. The show is dominated by tragedy with thin slivers of hope. The season 2 finale was particularly disturbing.
It is has been an enjoyable break. I probably should get back to reading, thinking and planning for the fall.