We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical; our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery, we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.
The Great Dictator.
One of the greatest, if not the greatest speech ever made.
Some classics never fail to inspire, no matter how many decades has passed. While others hard manage to leave an impression.
To be honest, I hate most modern sci-fi. ( Not all)
It’s tasteless, full of clichés and over used ideas, hot girls and big guns. Simply just to attract the mainstream audience.
Sci-fi is so much more. It is supposed to make you look forward and yet at the same time fear the future.
It is supposed to challenge our ethical standings on our moral code, open our eyes to the black, white and grey of science.
It is supposed to make us think about life, about our humanity and about our mortality.
It mocks our hubris as humans to think that we are gods, to think that because we understand science, we control the universe and that we are in control of our lives.
When the reality is quite the opposite, because most of the time we have absolutely no control over our lives, much less the universe.
That even after attaining the power to create artificial intelligence, poverty will never cease to exist if we are unable to create people who care about others, people with compassion.
That even after achieving time travel; we will never progress or reach the peak of our capacity if we never learn from our past mistakes.
That even after achieving telepathy technology, we will never be able to connect with another human’s soul unless we learn to show our own, to learn to empathize and trust and to understand.
That even if we create the perfect human beings, we will never be near perfect unless we learn to accept each other for our own imperfections and to accept ourselves for our weaknesses.
That even if we can increase the intellectual capacity, our minds will be no more wiser, no more smarter, no less duller unless we learn to keep it open and accept the perspectives of others and put aside that pride of ours.
That in the future, it is not the technology that would change our lives but the people who use them.
That in this future, it is not the engineers who determine how it would be but the innovators, the dreamers and the artists to carve the inspirations of the future on pages and in the minds of people, to inspire them to turn fiction into reality.
So please, stop ruining sci fi for nerds like me. I’m getting cancer just by watching it.
If not, I’m sending my Xenomorphs to hunt you down where ever you are.
To everyone else,