“Every civilization is built off the backs of a disposable workforce. We lost our stomach for slaves, unless engineered.”
–Niander Wallace
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One of the ways the original settlers worked to solidify the enslavement of stolen African bodies, was by attempting to build a science around reproduction.
The psychological terror, dietary restrictions and grueling hours in itself was enough to deplete the plantation labor force.
Rebellion and the subsequent purges meant high production values replaced by having to reinvest in new bodies, conditioning….
With effective breeding they could control a lineage of workers who would add to productivity, so as to ensure their dynasties ad infinitum.
Building a world so reliant on labor meant ensuring the boundless accessibility to an underclass to do the actual work.
Advancements in technology tout an end goal of moving beyond human, and yet many scientific leaps are made with the express purpose of extending, as opposed to extinguishing human and (non)human life.
I make this distinction because in reimagining a future where humanity and machine coexist means recreating the very class hierarchy that allows power to be held by a few.
I am not of the belief that white supremacy hinges on the physical eradication of non white bodies.
Rather, in order for whiteness to remain the default definition of personhood, antiblackness has to be as malleable as the accelerationist model it fuels.
[Disparaging remark scrawled on K’s door]
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Denis Villeneuve’s Blade Runner film lends credence to the peril of living while non white in a world fueled by the settler economy.
It’s mentioned that the Blackout had erased most records, debt, allowing many replicants to escape from the fury of their plantation owners.
Being white they are able to effectively hide amongst their white human counterparts.
Meanwhile, humanity is force fed garish holographic delights, processed food from vending machines and replicant sex workers in legal brothels.
This underclass still thrives, having adopted a market economy based on trade, street vendor savvy and a collective will to outlast the gods that left them behind.
People also no longer have to deal with the psychological strain of determining whether their quarry is replicant or human.
Humanity is instead left to collect the flotsam of a world wrought by climate change, war and economic ruin.
Making due on an earth pillaged by the mega rich, who have taken their imperialist desires to the stars.
Still policed by archaic laws and totalitarianism.
It also stands to reason that the nuclear fallout and climatic changes have forever altered the way most carbon based life was able to reproduce.
The titans of industry had to find a way to re-insert human labor into the economy.
Most animal life in this iteration is synthetic and given more redeemable value, as rarity, than replicants.
The replicant is completely stripped of any semblance of humanity parceled out post Civil War and reconstituted via the Civil Rights Act.
Steeped in a different type of social death. Created for pleasure, terraforming newly colonized worlds or military service.
Giving the replicant a white face hints at the possibility of humanity within these synthetic beings.
As many a black scholar has pointed out, white supremacy thrives on the fugitive status of a people completely cut off from their legacy.
This includes having one reduced to visible identifiers, stripped of autonomy, explained away by philosophy as a negative force to be tamed.
Antiblackness takes root within the mechanics, the very lifeblood of what it means to be a progressive economic and social system within the greater neo-global hierarchy.
When stories of enslaved black bodies get told, Hollywood is fishing for white sympathy with an express interest in profit. The body is a prop.
Phillip K. Dick’s future, like most of our favorite sci fi titans, had no real investment in inclusivity, or faces that didn’t match their own.
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K: “I’ve never retired something that was born before.”
Madam: “What’s the difference?”
K: “To be born is to have a soul I guess.”
Madam: “Are you telling me no?”
K: “I wasn’t aware that was an option madam.
Madam: “Attaboy. Hey, you’ve been getting along fine without one.”
K: “What’s that madam?”
Madam: “A soul.”
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K is a replicant hunter-killer, a newer model with a longer life span, advanced memory implants.
Greater cognitive skills than the older Nexus models built by the Tyrell Corporation. He’s the perfect slave catcher.
His human masters have given him enough freedom that he has even cultivated a simple home life with a holographic girlfriend.
K is tasked with hunting down the origin of an ossuary found beneath a dead tree.
The bones of a long dead replicant reveal a truth that died with Tyrell. A prize that will allow the Wallace Corporation to colonize even more planets.
For Niander Wallace, reverse engineering Tyrell’s science, he could shift his focus from creating a new line of replicants to solidifying his God status among humans.
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During this investigation K begins to lose his conditioning in typical everyman fashion, failing his baseline tests and eventually going rogue.
The promise of participating in a miracle pressing the replicant to cosign to mayhem.
Be counted as more than machine. Atonement and citizenship.
The replicant, as Other, seeking validation within a system built on his back.
These Outsiders gathering in darkness whispering of rebellions. K wants to thrive within the system, not overthrow it.
Seeking validation amongst his people is an illogical choice. The other choice only leads to a glorious death.
This is the origin story of our time spent as wanderers in the hollow.
Ours has been a fight to reclaim our spiritual, mental health, reproductive and the most basic of human rights.
The upheavals, rebuilding, putting in a consistent bid to live. Puzzle piecing the flotsam of our existence, so thorough was the thunderstorm of enslavement.
Despite reports to the contrary, the fugitive will always have a place here.
Be it the vanguard or the back room, we’re forever tied to the machinations of the European ethno-state. It is only just that we persevere long enough to watch it fall into dust.